Tanka <br />Has a telephone <br />Which, rings in an empty room <br />A let down echo <br />Not cradled in a warm hand <br />And not heard a lover’s voice. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Tanka <br /> <br />Dusty dance hall <br />Empty for twenty years <br />Echo of last waltz <br />Murmurs from wallflowers …are <br /> A sad whisper in the night<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tankarama/
