The Old Bus Stop
Jun 27, 2022
My First Attempt At Tanka
A summer rainstorm.
I stop at the old bus stop.
A dog barks aloud,
As tiny fur balls wiggle
And point their noses skyward.
Hi! Thanks for reading this. It’s my first attempt at Tanka.
Written by Geethanjali Tanikella
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