"Sunt Lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt"
(Virgil, Aeneid, Book I)
Tears of things are gleaming
in the darkness of memories.
Camellia, cherry blossoms
fill up the ground of my mind.
Tears of things like dew drops
on the bones of springtime
picked clean by the moon.
(the memory
that the moon lost
is mine)
Tears of things
sparkling like stars,
the stars are tears
of the unknown
forever forever.
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