A gray sky above
where the birds are flying free
my hands, red and raw,
toil over wet laundry
I breathe in the morning air
Copyright ©2025 Lisa Paul
Laundry
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A gray sky above
where the birds are flying free
my hands, red and raw,
toil over wet laundry
I breathe in the morning air
Copyright ©2025 Lisa Paul
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
I like your tanka in response to this visual art. I enjoy the art as well. Hopefully I will have time to write.
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Thank you so much, Melissa!
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Lovely! Thanks for writing to my little prompt.
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Thank you for the lovely prompt and your kind words!
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much 🙏❤️
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You’re welcome
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Nicely done- you so aptly frame her station in so few words
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Thank you so much, Violet 🩵
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I love the red and raw hands. It made the poem so much more personal for me.
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Thank you so much, I am so happy that it resonated with you! xoxo
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You’re welcome!
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