Planting iris In autumn chill Two friends smile secretly.
Returning home By lantern light Unsteady heart, shaking hand.
Now the soul Alone remains In the wreckage we call life.
On the surface All is calm Within, a waterfall of tears.
On the road A shadow looms, Ghost of dreams and past desires
In the desert Wild dogs howl Coyote moon's siren song.
Now my garden Far from me In autumn sorrow falls asleep.
A lengthy drought My plants succumbed And I have only half survived.
White camellias In the night Amid the darkness hope survives.
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