MYS XI: 2476

A poem composed when deep in melancholy thought.


utu ta ni pa
pie pa si amata
ari to ipedo
eraesi ware zo
yo wo pitori nuru
Out in the paddies
Barnyard millet is there plenty
They do say, yet
I, singled out for dessertion
Do spend my nights sleeping alone.

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