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Mono No Aware

What is the thing about the cherry leaves

That melt into the blinding white of snow,

Which reminds me of fleeting love received;

Where do our fragile moments fall and go?

Do they ascend into the sky? Do birds

Collect them in bundles to make their nests

The way we sometimes do? Often our words

Are timid creatures leaping out of chests

In fear that they will never see the light

Of day. But once they’re free, they disappear

Like cigarette smoke drifting in the night.

It seems to me that love is paired to fear:

There’s beauty in the short-lived moment’s glow,

And then it’s gone, lost in the white of snow.



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