the first day of summer
How many autumn winds must be blown before it becomes a clear autumn day
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How many autumn winds must be blown
before it becomes a clear autumn day
The cicadas have stopped singing
The geese are preparing for a distant migration again
Those once verdant
The leaves that I applauded so enthusiastically with
Waiting for a wind to die with each passing day
to bid farewell
This grand farewell
How many times must one go through the parting
To be able to be in the autumn wind
Without making a sound
02
The sky became darker at this point
The farmers begin to fill their vine baskets
Grapes, skunk cabbage and corn
The persimmon tree, which was taking a nap, unconsciously
a leaf has fallen off.
The farmer's wife, resting in the morning, looks more and more like autumn.
Yesterday's sunflowers were still blazing
Today there is dew that fills a cup.
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
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