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 About This Author 
My name is Joy, and I love to write. 
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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	 Birds Migrating feathers 
lacy wings 
sky high 
migrating 
breadwinners 
 
their chirps 
in panic 
freedom's 
giving in 
to some law 
 
soaring 
blown to bits 
quick eye 
rifle's aim 
coward's claim 
 
their forms 
filled with hope 
a trace 
miles away 
soothe the soul 
  
 
 
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English tanka  
Line 1: 2 syllables 
Line 2: 3 syllables 
Line 3: 2 syllables 
Line 4: 3 syllables 
Line 5: 3 syllables 
 
 
 
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