Tanka: Three Tankas of Iced Life

Thin tiny etchings
On a lake of mirrored glass
in the frozen hills,
Silver eyes stare at the scene,
Tears of ice, bound to skin.

A white horizon,
Unforgiving purity
lonely in a dream
By a lake of radiance
That reflects melancholy.

Motionless in time,
Eyes locked on frozen water,
Blind and cold she sits in
Eternal meditation,
Nirvana without a name.

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