it's like i plunge myself
into a pond
it is raining and so
cold but
i decide to swim anyway
there is something beautiful
hiding behind the cold and
trembling
the rain is heavy and
does not stop
kazu's tanka is warm and
comforting
deep from his heart
glowing like diamond in the mud
sorrow feeds beauty
and beauty never gets fat
Time knows where
the heart must rest
Kazu shall soon find it
Sorrow in winter
looks forward always
to Spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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