Firstly I loved a Libran who seemed so fair,
He lives his life with a certain kind of flair,
Yet over time showed he never would care
About the ways I would leave my heart bare.
Secondly I loved a Geminian man so couth
He listened to me even when I spoke truth.
But after few years, he took me for granted,
I felt a sudden silence left my heart slanted.
Thirdly, finally, I met an Aquarian so perfect,
I fallen so fast for his sweet, cool intellect.
I love him for all of what he is and has been,
I want to be in his future in which we win.
I loved through all three air element signs,
I indeed tried each like they were fine wines.
But now I see, fate was simply preparing me
To be mature enough for my true destiny.
The brooding moorland
Is windswept and desolate...
And gives nothing back.
In this vast, hushed upper-land...
A very dreadful beauty!
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Inside that wide void...
A resounding emptiness
Which fills the whole sky.
For never greater volume
With such solitude than here.
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Strange, shrill calling birds
Above the rippling heather;
Their ragged shadows
Buoyed up on combing waves
Pushed out with each surge of wind.
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Fragrant rose petals
Streaked in trickling rivulets
Of shy, tearful zest;
But more poignant your red lips
Moistened by the cooling air.
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Curtains partly drawn
I waited till the frost came;
Still you had not come.
The guiding candle I lit
Left in my lonely window.
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Hunters silver Moon,
Touching down on the hills brow,
Deserts the Heavens.
His callous indifference
Could almost equal your own.
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Calm, coy October
Brings forth melancholy days,
The emptied branches...
And all harvests put away
Before warm mists leave the fields.
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Tumultuous Fall,
After spectacular blaze
At Octobers end,
Stripped of all her finery
Rejoices in rude nakedness.
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Where more mellowness
Or more agreeable days
Than when October's
Sparkling and mosaic beams
Spilling over branch and bough.
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Under the pale hills,
Enchanting and elusive,
Autumn's jewelled mists
Reminding me, once again,
All things are transitory.
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Half-bathed in mauven...
How compelling the far hills.
Wistful; yet...lovely.
For always these opaque hills
Forever pulling on me.
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Never forgetting;
And on sparkling, misty days,
Lifting on sunshine,
I will see your faint outlines
Etched against reflective cloud.
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A cracked, lone brown leaf
Spiralling quickly downwards
Knows only the ground;
But in that motion exalts
As if a plunging falcon.
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Fallen, wind-blown leaves
Huddling against grey kerbstones
In abject neglect.
Already parks quieter...
Their iron railings more stark.
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The thick sap retreats
When gnarled bark tightens its grip
On inner heartwood;
Summer faded into nights...
Autumn, failing, covered all.
That first piercing stare
Which shoved my young innocence
Into confusion.
Suddenly...my little pond
Was tipped into her ocean.
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On the way to work
I would linger in the streets,
Shopping in windows,
Hoping to catch a shy glimpse
Of breezing cloud wrapped in flame!
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The long road was wide...
But could not hold the whole World;
Though, at that moment...
It seemed to me that the road
Desperately strove to try.
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Mount Fuji, waking,
Lifting on girdling pink cloud
In early dawning,
Casts its slopes and snowcapped peak
On flat mirroring water.
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Fuji; slow sunrise.
Then a sea of blazing cloud
Sets the hills aflame!
Crowding onto a shoreline:-
Hosts of purple lavender.
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Fuji in Moonshine;
Floating cranberries, amassed,
Shiver in cold light.
Ruby redness contrasting
Against crystaline night sky.
Young children should grow
Straight upright, honest and strong
As giant bamboo.
We shall take them to Kyoto...
There to know contemplation.
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Filtered beams pausing
Deep inside Sagano's groves
Of rustling bamboo...
Where at rest and undisturbed
In immortal sereneness.
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Rikugien's Maples,
Lit up at night time - ablaze!
Incandescent fire
Whom, through which great splendour made...
Can scorch the very heavens.
The dragons have gone;
Disappearing into wind
Which bore them eastwards.
Sunset fell into shadow...
And the World became legend.
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Beneath tired maples
The lone bridge is at leisure;
An old canal dry.
The lone bridge reminiscing:-
Leaves carpeting flat ripple.
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Autumn in Kyoto
Overwhelms a persons senses;
It beguiles the eye.
Whether river, hill, garden;
All beyond compare.
A leaf detaches
From some resplendent, green twig.
All Summer shudders!
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The wind calling out,
Like a high, mewing buzzard,
Behind nearby hills.
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Winter came around...
Slipping in beneath the door
As I lit the fire.
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Neck-craning grey goose,
Alerted head half-turned;
An eye fixes me.
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Madly racing Swifts,
Screaming loudly cloud to cloud,
Scythe through the hot air.
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Autumn, why approve
The harvesting for your yet
Unfinished produce?
Sat on a park bench
She exposes her heavy breasts;
Offers him a teat.
Lewd men inwardly applaud
This conformability.
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Young shoji fixers
In Edo are in demand;
And well rewarded.
Their longest ladders can reach
A widows highest window.
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The stylish long sleeves
Declare she is virtuous;
A pure innocence!
But impatient for the day
When she picks up the Scissors.
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Small, Unctuous frog,
Squatting on his lily pad,
Only yawns to eat.
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Gaudy cherry trees,
Fearful of a rising wind,
Grip their blossoms tight.
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The stream's headwaters
Have not yet seen the valley;
Nor we yet Heaven.
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Placing the candle
Upon the wide window board...
She unpins her hair.
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Her bare white shoulders
Outshine the frail Moon's weak gaze;
Her coy disrobing.
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Him moving the screen!
Bamboo and silk will not mask
His greedy intent.
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