Tanka by Florin C. Ciobica
red leaves
carried by a cold wind
on the one-way street—
the docs still looking
for a blood donor
the old oak
losing its leaves
out of the blue
I start humming
a lullaby
explosions
in the besieged city
so courageous
in the old orchard
first bursting buds
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