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朧なあかり
夕餉を囲む
この麦どこの麦
仄白くひかり
庭に舞い降りよ
おまえは何の花

Under the dim light, sit down to the dining table with family.
Where is this wheat harvested?
Glow dimly white.
Come down to the garden.
What kind of flower are you ?

Art work: Juanita Mulder via Pixabay

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art work: Clker-Free-Vector-Images via Pixabay

donguri(acorn)

Aquamanilia
獲物待つ人は筌簗（うえやな）水の中
I am waiting for prey in the water.
My body resembles a fish trap.

Art work : Screamenteagle via Pixabay

aquamanilia

"arpeggio"
ゆびさきで風おこす
白い髪渦巻く
花びらを散らすのみか
影吹き払い
ひなたをもつくる

わたしが死んだら
おまえは泣くだろう
涙涸れるまで
だが泣くことはない
人の踏む道は皆同じ
泣くのはおやめ

I can create the wind with my fingertips.
My long grey hair swirls.
Not only wiping out the flowers,
but also blowing away the shadows to
create a sunny place.
I am the radiant winter.

If I die, you will mourn. You will cry until your tears run dry.
But do not cry. Because everyone goes the same way. Do not cry.

Sadness is my nourishment.

Art work: Alyn via Pixabay

母に

arpeggio

Ashes
薄紅に染まれる骨を抱き帰る
花を買い窓辺に飾り煙草吸う
神の留守かなしみ哭くは己がため

アートワーク　太多和　浩

Came home with a box of mother's ashes.
The ashes have been dyed a light crimson.
Bought flowers and decorated them by the window.
Smoked a lot.
November is the month when God is absent.
I mourn for myself.

art work : Hiroshi Ōtawa

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