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Last Prayer to the Dead Gods
when my works heavy with import
for a day
Spring scatters the petals
of flowers
My words that are slight
that are not for the fruits of
the future-but for the moment's
have gone down
may lightly dance upon
whim-Joy freed from the bond of
earth's slumber
time's waves
rushes into numberless leaves
and dances in the air
