A mountain village
under the pilled-up snow
the sound of water.
...
My life, -
How much more of it remains?
The night is brief.
...
a cock crows
at the foot of the small Mt. Fuji
peach blossoms
...
sponge gourd has bloomed
choked by phlegm
a departed soul
...
Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.
...
crimson plum blossoms
scattered over the loneliness
of the bed…
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