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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

On the dead limb squats a crow – autumn night. Matsuo Bash ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

Now cat’s done mewing, bedroom’s touched by moonlight. Matsuo Bash ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

As a hot traveller Going through stones and sands, Who sees clear water stir Amid the weary lands, Takes in his hollowed hands The clean ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

Leading me along, my shadow goes back home from looking at the moon. Yamaguchi Sod ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

By morning glories I have had my well-bucket captured — and I borrow my water! Chiyo ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

From dying sunlight, stroke by stroke, it grows in layers, as if splitting shades of rose. A heavenly wind cut it to pieces, it seems, to ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

It can make the leaves of late autumn fall or spring flowers bloom, wherever it walks. It can raise waves a thousand feet high or slant ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

Geese, geese, geese, curved necks singing to the sky. They float on green, feathery white, red feet stirring waves of light. Luo Binwang ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

,,Seldom we find”, says Solomon Don Dunce, ,,Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As ..read more
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Byzons.com by Maximilian - 2w ago

He huddles in a shadow and in winter in the cold. When  the wind blows he shakes a little flame at the end of his fingers and signals ..read more

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