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Day Five

Today, I wrote a tanka in French. I have attempted to translate it into English while preserving the syllable structure, but I’m not convinced I like the result.

Printemps
le ciel bleunoirâtre,
nous avons envie de durer
là aux terres lointaines,
sur le grand sol effleuri,
ne perdant pas ce printemps.

Springtime
the blue-blackish sky,
we want to stay and endure
there in remote lands,
on the great flourishing ground,
not forgetting this springtime.

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