Flute women.

Flute women.

in the spring after the thousandth night,
red fortified gray,
collection of clotted gut like dark clouds,
eyes-wide-eyed look,
today, yesterday blurred,
in attacking shriek,

Now blow,
serulingmu lowest ones,
so fragile mountains scattered bodies,
not always silent,
and that my soul may always feel empty,
longing for the thrill is gone,
pointed to samuraiku,
concentrated splitting the sky,
A purely bergelegar,
and death is not a threat.

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