Summertime
Hoarse
riding with her voice
Janis Joplin
Spring rain
Has come at
last
A
cigarette’s light
Fog is
lifting
The morning
stage is set
For the
warbler
During
spring
The silly
moon hides behind
Plum
blossoms
The
wandering clouds
Leaving rain
as messenger
Unsurpassed
sorrow
You may call
it spring
But a cold
wind sweeps the streets
Only ivy
laughs
Morning
dewdrops
Are the
tears of the night
We couldn't
hold
.
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