(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#73)

Those who lost their way
In Aokigahara
Must be remembered

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(#74)

In the sea of trees
Koto and shamisen play
Sorrowful dirges

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(#75)

When the mist is thick
I can’t see the whip-poor-wills
Calling out to me

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(#76)

The cold moon sails on
A black sea of bitter stars
Wake of cosmic tears

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(#77)

Early morning mist
In the green konara copse
Forest holds its breath

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(#78)

Autumn has no shame
Strips away the world’s facade
Exposes our sins