We present this work in honor of the poet’s 155th birthday.

Japanese
1867 – 1902
The man
I used to meet in the mirror
is no more.
Now I see a wasted face.
It dribbles tears.
We present this work in honor of the poet’s 155th birthday.
The man
I used to meet in the mirror
is no more.
Now I see a wasted face.
It dribbles tears.
Simple yet so profound
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noooo, the dribbles tears!!
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