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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Flower Moon Nature See Thinking Yourself
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower

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