The world of dew --
A world of dew it is indeed,
And yet, and yet . . .
Issa
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Wednesday, May 20, 2020
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I love this poem so much. I can't tell it to anyone without getting teared up.
The first time I read it, the credit said "Issa, after the death of his baby daughter."
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