Kei’un Hyakushu 88

Love turned to hate.


moshiobi no
keburi ni kumoru
tsuki mo mitsu
kainaki sato no
shirube tou tote
The sea-salt fires
Send smoke to cloud
The swollen moon, as if
To that oh so pointless place
A guide a’seeking.

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