VaGótha Kuroibara Poems

Field of plains—
Hills of singularity.
A tree of fruitlessness
Atop the hill.
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From blackest night to deepest sea
I long beyond of what's in me.
From calming sea to lightest tower—
From grains of sand to latest hour.
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An anchored boat—a tinkered past.
A rocky shore—a light of last.
A fisher's hook from down below.
A glass of casing—I bestow.
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As red as cherry wine.
With satin petals fine.
Uprooted as you were.
Cut terminals—I concur.
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