Tanka 03 Poem by Masaoka Shiki

Tanka 03

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The man
I used to meet in the mirror
is no more.
Now I see a wasted face.
It dribbles tears.

Saturday, September 4, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror,tears
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 19 January 2016

wasted face.. because of his illness

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