Kei’un Hyakushu 16



hana no iro ni
magaishi kumo wa
katami nite
nochi shinobubeki
sorame narikeri
From the blossoms’ hue
Indistinguishable are the clouds: so
Of them a keepsake I’d make,
For later recollection,
Mistaken though it be…

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