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In The Dusk
In the dusk, winds blow, rustling the tree branches upon the trees. A forest opens into a wide field eventually leading to a small farm in a small town. But this town doesn't show up in this story. At least, not yet.
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When In Bloom
The dogwood blooms later
this year and marks the tardy rebirth
of the earth, our home, beautifying
after a dreadful winter purge. -
Mon amour pour ma poupée poupée
Her cream white color has started to fade,
Even for gold, she is something I wouldn’t trade.
Stitches burned away by the fire known as love,
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Mourning Crow
Crow, past my window,
where do you fly to on this
beautiful morning?
Let us brew some mid-
day coffee and nightly tea.
Bring me to your nest
and hear the early -
From Snow Days and Green Leaves
I am Naomi
From Japanese relatives
Who refuse to call me anything but Isla-chan,
Out of respect and stubbornness.
I am Isla