Pisaries Creator

American Cinquain Poem: The Fantasy
Back then,
Twenty years gone
Three of morning, noon, night.
A yellow kiss. A touch never happened
To me.

Tanka Poem: Powerful Legs
Hear the staccato
Beats of hooves on the long track.
The dirt everywhere
Might be unicorns flying
A magical horn is mine.

Than-Bauk Poem: Metal
I take the key
For us three now
We see the future.