Genro

Friends of my childhood
Are all well-known now,
They discuss philosophy,
They write essays, criticisms.
I am getting old,
I am good for nothing,
This evening the rain is my only companion
I burn incense and lay myself in its fragrance;
I hear the wind passing the bamboo screen at my window.

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