segunda-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2012

Ryokan



The days and months move on, 
and now as the year draws to a close
Heaven sends down a chastening frost
Across a thousand hills, trees stand bare
On myriad paths, scarcely a traveler
I burn dried leaves
The long night passes, 
broken now and then 
by the sounds of wind and rain
As I think back, everything gone by
Is just a picture in a dream

~ Ryokan ~

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