Sakura Tomoko

woe to the mourners,
and woe to myself,
and woe to the sad poets
for the overuse of such a word-
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once I did come upon a man
of short in stature
but greater than
As such man, would abhor
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poets of centuries,
their words ever so
-eloquent
whisper their lives
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Blossoming brush, dark sky
And a torrential world between them;
Both sit unmoving
For all they know they are alone
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Set upon golden hills would be a truce; not shining like a sun
Not golden as a moon
But bright as the stars-
Distant forever till they are not, and by then far far
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a leaky pipe sprung a leak before
it became a leaky pipe,
and then became its future, and thus
current self,
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four years
and four minutes past
half the hour and what do you
get the past is a bandage
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