In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune. — Princess Shikishi Copy Share Image
In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune. — Princess Shikishi Copy Share Image
Unnoticed, the passage has occurred; as I brood, autumn dusk dewdrops fall on my pillow. The voices of insects and the deer by the… — Princess Shikishi Copy Share Image
