That man's life is but a dream -
is what we now come to know.
Its house abandoned,
the garden has become home
to butterflies.
Monk Sogi
Poem by Lady Kasa (mid 8th century):
My keepsake-
Look at it and think of me,
and I will love you
through the long years
strung out like beads on a string.
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