Sunday, December 29, 2019

Found Poems

A spring day... in the middle of spring.

The smoldering water dazzle.

Snow is pretending to be a mountain of spring.

If you fold your heart and fold it, you can see the snow flowers.

The snow that will become the snow of me.

*Machine translation (Google) taken from Kokin Wakashu.

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