There is a goddess who walks shrouded by day:

At night she throws her blue veil over the earth.

Men only see her naked glory through the little holes in the veil.

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[93]

 Japan

An old courtyard

Hidden away

In the afternoon.

Grey walks,

Mossy stones,

Copper carp swimming lazily,

And beyond,

A faint toneless hissing echo of rain

That tears at my heart.

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[94]

 Leaves

The splaying silhouette of horse-chestnut leaves

Against the tall and delicate, patrician-tinged sky

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