UETO'S KIMONO
I bought for Ueto a kimono ,
And she wore it on a full lit night ,
In the middle of the night ,
In winter air ,
In the 20 th year of my being ;
I bought it from a blind vendor ,
And it was stitched with utmost beauty ,
By an orphan who had lost her mother ,
To ill fate and dreaded charms ,
And who had lost her father to her mother ;
It was the prettiest stitch ,
With pink flowers on white ,
Much like the cherry blossoms ,
On the whitest snow in winter ,
When we spent our blossom festivals together ;
But the moment I saw her embracing the silk ,
Were but the finest moments of my existence ,
Much so that all men , living and lost ,
Hath envied me at that moment ,
It was a lone night but which comes once in ages ,
When dreams turn into sight and sight turns into love ;
Whence love already existed in dreams;
Andt though many other kimonos I have brought ,
For my beloved , none has looked as sweet ,
And none shall ever bear witness to that solitary night ,
But that kimono in white and pink ,
And now I write this for ueto and her kimono ,
As she romances it under our own sakura tree ;
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" A LOVE SHE BOUGHT , FROM IT'S OLDEST VENDOR "
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