The Kwansaba poem form: the skies are frozen

by Ole Carsten   Feb 16, 2012


The skies are frozen after the storm
The air is silent after my dreams
Waiting impatiently for your morning phone calls
Longing for your sweet calm morning voice
Making my morning into some lovely day
Willing to kiss you even miles apart
After the morning call life is perfect

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  • 12 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Hi the style is some Japanese form
    7 words per line
    7 lines, no ryhmes, like to do it even a bit demanding form
    try it please

  • 12 years ago

    by Odin Ebbesen

    Hi dont knowing. That form strange

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