SKKS XII: 1106

From the Poetry Competition in 1500 rounds.


nagame wabi
sore to wa nashi ni
mono zo omou
kumo no hatate no
yūgure no sora
Sorrowful, I lift my gaze, but
She’s not there, is all
My gloomy thought;
Beyond the streaming clouds
Lies the evening sky.

Commander of the Bodyguards of the Left Michimitsu

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