Kiyohime Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Kiyohime



His eyes don't shine anymore,
when he sees her face.
"I need you love"
she made that temple his grave,
a red stage of disgrace
with a scent of death like never before.

Saturday, February 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: folklore,japan
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