•    Moonlit plum tree --

Wait,

Spring will come.

How full of

Life,

his song.

•    Yellow rose petals

Thunder --

A waterfall.

•    Moor:

Point my horse where birds sing.

•    The passing days and months

Are eternal travelers in time.

•    Early spring

A nameless hill knee deep

In the gauze of morning stillness.

•    Harvest moon:

Around the pond i wander

And the night is gone.

•    Along the mountain road

Somehow it tugs at my heart:

A wild violet.

•    Sitting silently,

Doing nothing

And the grass grows by itself.

•    For his morning tea

A monk sits down in utter silence --

Confronted by chrysanthemums. - Basho

•    The evening haze.

Thinking of past things --

How far off they are.

 
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