Challenge
Write a tanka (5-7-5-7-7) about a starry sky on a brisk autumn night. Use some form of the word 'tremble'.
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grey sky barrier
between me and racing thoughts
god stifles a yawn
and the heavens open up
each star assured in its grace.
grey sky barrier
between me and racing thoughts
god stifles a yawn
and the heavens open up
each star assured in its grace.