O flower garment!
When I take it off,
Many strings coil around me.
Flowers of morning glory.
The sky above this street
Begins to overcast.
In a day of chrysanthemums
I shake and comb my wet hair
Letting the drops fall.
Hardly a word spoken
The man and his wife part -
Autumn nightfall
Chasing a butterfly
Deep into the spring woods
I am lost
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