why have I begun
to love so recklessly like
one lost in the night
Middle Mountain of the Night
on the road to Azuma
could I forget him
even for the brief instant
lightning flashes
above the ripening ears
of grain in autumn fields
last night the moonlight
in the broad skies was so bright
that the waters which
reflected it have frozen
to translucence first of all
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