An April Morning
A skylark is flying to the moon
in the early morning in April.
The field is filled with pink milk vetch flowers;
the little pink flowers are all over the field
Being a Loser
My friend defeated me.
I was sad and lonely on my home
Even my shadow looked sad as if it were sobbing on the
sand.
My sore cheeks remind me of the face of my angry friend.
The cold wind rubs my sore cheeks roughly.
I repeat to myself-he is the wrong one.
I hear a little bird chirping sadly.
My long thin shadow keeps sobbing on the sand on the
way home.
A Crucian Carp
The sound
of a Crucian Carp
in the water
reminds me of the sound of
a lotus flower
blooming.
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