Clouds appearand bring to men a chance to restfrom looking at the moon.Harvest moon:around the pond I wanderand the night is gone.Poverty's child -he starts to grind the rice,and gazes at the moon.No blossoms and no moon,and he is drinking sakeall…
Haiku or Death!
Haiku orrvérzésig
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