Asleep or sleepless not assimilated
Open window
Flowering branches
Sunk in moon-light
Flux of her memory....
I am fly-boat
Slumped on slush
Ghost in the bamboo-bush laughing...
Blithesome stars blinking
The crude moon knows
I ‘m insentient itinerant...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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