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Tanka
a stagnant pond
woke up to vibrance as
a sparrow stood faraway
chanting:
(I enjoy making you happy)
I recognize that
you are a burning ember
yet.......................
love induces me
to stretch my hand
when will the
waning cautious moon
realize that
there is no other sky
for him than me...!?
cold memories—
she tugs her coat tight
on an empty shell
that her beloved sea
unconsciously sprinkled
with slough
Christmas morning . . .
all I have to mourn;
the previous dream,
is a diary .......
longing for you
unrecognizing,
how unique she is
the bird pecked
the core of the apple
then, went with the wind—
chanting: "hallelujah"
to love you,
or not to love you,
that is an old song,
of a new
... alienation ...
Winter coldness—
longing to that button
on the barren rug,
the button-hole calls:
babe, come back home...!!
heavy rain
which inspired her buds
to blossom
left without leaving
even a dry memory
peeping through
the transparent vase
they see nothing—
but seeds
of you
the lily in love
wept when the moon
gave his light
to a dry iris clung
futiley in mind
it needs a
sublime priest to
realize that the
chalice in the cup of our
dream is sacred
looking into the mirror,
I saw him putting
on my head
a crown of—
thorns
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