“Although the wind …” by Izumi Shikibu

Just finished washing the dishes, watching my hands turn to prunes, wondering if some things can be so easily cleaned up like dirty plates.

I still hurt when I remember vividly how you hurt.

“Although the wind …”
Izumi Shikibu

Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.

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