It’s not the dreams that die…

Dreams don't die

just the dreamers



As the Flowers Burn Below

Time to dance
to songs symbolic of the age—
of the world


Beating pulsing writhing
we cast our blurred yet fixed gaze
on the burning flowers far below

High upon the roof of hell
as the flowers burn below
we dance and sway
with the blazed wind
down down
far below


In this world
we walk on the roof of hell
gazing at flowers

Kobayashi Issa

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