haiku

IN THE AUTUMN MOUNTAINS

THE COLORED LEAVES ARE FALLING.

IF I COULD HOLD THEM BACK,

I COULD STILL SEE HER.

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THIS MORNING I WILL NOT

COMB MY HAIR.

IT HAS LAIN

PILLOWED ON THE HAND OF MY LOVER.

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MAY THOSE WHO ARE BORN AFTER ME

NEVER TRAVEL SUCH ROADS OF LOVE.

(Hitomaro - 7 AD)