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MONACO AND THE CRAZY Ryokan 'RETURNED poems ACQUAVIVA

dark winter, the eleventh month,
the moment when the rain and snow
are abundant
thousand mountains, the same color
ten thousand paths, few pedestrians
my travel time
are now all the dreams
my thatched door tightly closed,
all night burning a piece of white wood

quietly
I read the poems of ancient
RYOKAN
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