Messenger

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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