Mother,
Why is the river laughing?
Why, because the sun is tickling the river
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Human beings on this small orb
sleep, waken and work, and sometimes
wish for friends on Mars.
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Having parted with the evening glow
I meet with night.
But the angrier red clouds go nowhere
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When I am sad I can't write a sad poem.
All I can do is endure my tears.
When I'm happy I don't write a happy poem.
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Yes, this is the guy I call "watashi"—
Two tiny eyes and two common ears,
one nose, one mouth.
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So, coming one day
from somewhere,
suddenly I was standing on the grass;
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