into this sea
throwing my sandals
rain on my hat
without a hat
a winter rain falls on me
so what
the oak tree
pays no attention to flowers
a pose
on a mountain path
where something might charm you
a wild violet
rabbit-ear iris
it gives me an idea
for a poem
the one thing
that lights my world
a rice gourd
various grasses
each flower
an achievement
drinking saké
without flowers or moon
one is alone
don't be like me
even though we're like the melon
split in two
sempre!
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