Moonlight perches on the plum blossom serene,
tanuki smuggle straw hats down vine tangled paths.
A billowing flag peeks over the hill, a women’s smile unfurls,
a sitting buddha gazes with diamond pure contentment.
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Can’t stop drafting poems. It can only be a good thing.