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I compose songs as I feel like, regardless of genre, such as poems about flowers, birds, wind, and moon, or realistic songs from everyday life.
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This month's three heads
``The north wind has calmed down, and the bird of the capital flies away, drawing a tomoe in the ink water.''
“White poinsettia flowers bloom at the feet of people who are waiting for someone to come.”
``Even a single ray of light stays in the rain, and the persimmon tree protects the tree as it swells in the wind.''
This month's poetry list
|The morning soup, like the tears of the southern sky, is the heart of this world left behind tomorrow.
|Withered hydrangeas with autumn leaves in the valley of Hananuki, preserving life shines yellow.
|There is a valley of Hananuki in Hitachi, and although the autumn leaves are only three minutes old, I remember the coming brocade season.
|People say that there are no flowers, but Nishiki Naruran is better than Hananuki's Seon.
|From the peak of Fukuroda, a hanging bead is divided, and we meet, and in time.
|As the Fukuroda Falls become fainter, the nishiki-clad village becomes dusk.
|The white pearls burn the peaks and fill with autumn air, and the mountain breeze crosses over the brocades.
|In the demon gate, Nantenjue must be soaked in water. Home has been gone for a long time, and happiness has gone to Hitama.
|Momijiha waits for the moon, getting wet from the mountain rain in the middle of the night.
|Clouds fly over the east wall of Kosai Yukaba. Overture Fuyuya rushes towards the Hokkoku Expressway.
|Sasanqua flowers and mouth play with my mother's white gloves as she rubs her chapped hands.
|Once you get used to it, your heart will be deeply known if you treat me well.
|If you, Morikitaru, are conscious of your heart, you will be able to sleep easily.
|My friend, Lily of Mexico, has left me, leaving me with a diamond smile.
|Tomorrow at noon, the shadow priest, 5 shaku 5 sun, crosses the road.
|In the moonless autumn sky, I look sleepily at the neon light.
|I look at the moonless sky, and there is no one to visit the ownerless house.
|A gaping night light with no competition
|I look at the moonless sky, the ownerless house, and there is no one to visit.
|Pick up sesame seeds and eat them, young man, in the rainy streets of Hatase.
|It's still early in the morning, and in the room of a wanderer, light shines, the rain of gentleness from an indistinguishable teacher.
|At the end of a night with a fleeting luster under the crescent moon, I slurp a large serving of Hakata thin noodles.
|If the shadows cast by the remaining leaves are pale, they'll be pink under the winter sky.
|I wish I was old enough to prepare for winter without forgetting anything.
|If we meet this era, but it becomes far away, it would be good to make the past into the present.
|I look up at the barrel filled with thin ice. I hate it forever, but I hurry home.
|When Izuko looks up at the first ice, the moon is silent and silent.
|The glass cup that floats and disappears, is it a vestige of the sun seen in a distant day?
|Even when it blooms in abundance, I get confused and can't decide. You don't know about it, so I don't know.
|Chupichupi and the swan bird The wide road you cross is wide, can you cross it?
|I look for the red star, but the red light just shines on my old glasses
|If you have the time to search for the red star, why don't you take a bath and do some housework?
|Even though I search for the whereabouts of the rising moon today, I feel sleepy in the morning under a thick futon.
|Even the sky is covered with a blanket of clouds, and I forget about the morning and dream.
|As the moon waxes and wanes, people turn to face the winter.
|A winter reed field where the voice of a twin crane gently intersects over the night harp.
|The two cranes will blow away the trees in winter, and they will also take care of themselves.
|Tsunade is alone in the reed-separated boat, and the dusk approaches the sound of a crane.
|The word and the sign of old times are coming, now is the time to become the capital.
|I didn't know that you departed last night, leaving frozen tears behind.
|The year is written in a long series of letters, ``Hisashi'' and ``Hisashi'', as we express gratitude to our thirst.
|Roasted sweet chestnuts in the forest and steamed them with wine.A winter racetrack that attracts Milanese people.
|No matter where you go, the depth of the blue of your tears reflected in the sky is
|It's raining in this blue sky in Musashino, yellow leaves are falling and piling up
|It's freezing rain today, just like the dead leaves falling today.If it were to fall, it would soften my cold heart.
|Blue is born from blue, blue grows, and then it decays and becomes blue again.
|The life that blows the air is breathing, and the sky is breathing.
|In the midst of crowds of people, each person has their own path to carry their breasts.
|I wonder if Sakufu will relax and look at the empty cup.
|The north wind has eased, and the bird is flying away, drawing a tomoe in the ink water.
|The clothes exposed to the indigo sky are dyed by the leaves of the trees that flutter in the early morning breeze.
|When I park my shoes on the mountain road where the dead leaves rustle, the silent echo echoes in the blue sky.
|The glass window makes a noise in the twilight, silently reflecting the Utrillo sky
|Let there be light, even the old man of Tokiwa Forest is in love.The sunlight peeking through on a sunny day.
|Awesome Artificial Intelligence Poetry Maba - I'll show you Kaheshi and ask about his mood.
|There is a rule for something as bright as brocade, and only when it becomes empty should love be found.
|I lost my way in my dreams and crossed the bushes, searching for colors and welcoming tomorrow.
|On the wall that overlaps with the cloudy sky, the sound of a dog falls as a baby danuki.
|The memory of leaves that remember flowers in the mountain village, the dancing flowers of light brocade
|The wonder of thirty-one brushstrokes depicting landscapes that retain their memories.
|As we wait together, the cherry blossoms that hang down, leaving only a single leaf of color, speak to the ground.
|Sunshine waits for your arrival, and the autumn sun sings with no end of shyness.
|On the first night of the year, the moon falls on people's hearts, illuminating them with unseen happiness.
|In the crescent moon's deep embrace, Nguyen is so beautiful that she gets intoxicated.
|The countless figures passing by disappeared into the cloudy sky, blowing with the wind.
|Forget-me-nots that have withered and are still comforting me, I push through the bushes and wander down the road.
|In the soft winter sun, the insects sing and fly like flies under the snow.
|White poinsettia flowers bloom at my feet as I wait for someone to come.
|When you hear the voice of the stall driver, “I-Shi-ya-ki-imo,” your heart and soul will be in the winter twilight.
|Tsukihoshi only transmits light, but he also remembers many things.
|There are as many chores as there are stars under the roof, and even the stars can't help but blink.
|A story from Greek mythology that goes beyond the sea. Calendula is a water spirit.
|It's nice, and the mouth is loose with the sweet potato Omofu. Ori Shiki's food is interesting.
|A small red Kalanchoe looks up at the sky, quietly watching over the thin winter sun
|A pair of cranes descending on the reeds of the winter's dead
|Two cranes with all their heart, intertwining their shadows like reeds.
|I remember the day when the lights of Ginza went out, the swaying lights and the cold night
|It is said to be about the silent chirping of a caterpillar insect swaying in the winter breeze.
|As the water freezes and jet black winter arrives, I hide the five colors and give birth to spring.
|In winter, I sit down on a branch with yellow leaves, wait for the wind, and whisper to myself
|Bon appétito with the delicious aroma of roasted chestnuts and wine!
|Aogimuru Sora Okubukakitsuki A once upon a time dream in the blue sky
|There's an ocean, there's a sea full of blue, and the sky is confused by the swarming blue.
|The frost falls on the full moon, and the wind is chilly and dark.
|Princess Tatsuta's clothes are dyed in maple, ivy, red and yellow.
|Two or three birds still resting in the shade of green leaves, golden birds waiting for the day they fly.
|As the flowers open and the red blooms increase, I hear the voices of the children at the bonfire.
|The grass is dry, the wind is raging, and the fence is raging, but the colors are stained by the flowers.
|A single ray of light stays in the rain, and the persimmon tree protects the tree as it swells in the wind.
|Dreaming of a white rabbit in a crescent moon cage, playing with friends in the fields of red stars
|The first frost leaves white chrysanthemums, but the golden flowers blend in with the snow.
|The white dew trembles in the dryness of the tree, and the five-colored house waits for time.
|The autumn moon shows the principle of waxing and waning, and I look at the people drinking and drinking.
|The stars in the sky and the rain that sprinkles all over the sky, and the seeds become the rain.
|Wearing maifuya brocade robes in the autumn sky with the arrival of the fresh breeze
|The leaves brushed away by the tree dryers, and the buds that tremble as they sleep.
|As if on a clear autumn night, I gaze at the poem of the lion that dwells in His heart.
|The shadows of autumn leaves are still moving as I travel around the country.
|The moon is uruhashi song, and it's not far away when we talk about it.
|If you look up at the night sky and see a crescent moon rising, you will know that winter has set in this unchanging city.
|I'll come back in a year.If you wait, the person who lends you an umbrella will be the same.
|Is the moon that has gone too far now a frosty moon? My thoughts go around wondering if I have any regrets.
|Flowers that bloom in the clear season, and golden flowers that I want to remember.
|If you look around, the five-colored threads will disappear, and the steamy city is the beginning of winter.
|I thought about the fallen leaves, but now I'm a migratory bird flying through the frosty moon.
|I look at it, dreaming shallowly, tonight, tonight, the sixteenth night, the darkness is blue.
|The coldness of the frosty wind, I look up at the long moonlit night and feel the darkness.
|Utrillo was a French painter who I knew from a long time ago.
|I used calendula for the burns I got from roasting potatoes, hoping it would heal within this year.
|Anno sweet potato, which I loved a while ago, is definitely silk sweet now.
|For tempura, go to Benito without Magafu. For steamed sweet potatoes, go to Naruto Kintoki.
|Tsukiyomi regrets saying goodbye to the coming autumn, and the tears of the freezing winter are coming.
|The iron woman of punk rock, whose real name is just like a girl.
|As the Heisei era progresses, I will stand on the bridge, and I apologize for the humility of Tadashi Meragi.
|Tsukiyo, a samurai who sells umbrellas to stop the rain, and Nozomi whispers, ``Let's get out of time.''
|In the quiet winter of the sea guided by the red star, I move forward on my boat.
|The mahana who offered his harp to the mercy of the earth
|The secret road of Shikishima where the flowers of Kaguhashi words bloom.
|The end of the sky is filled with love even when it's moving.
|My love is in Yamatachibana, and I wonder if Shinobi Ahezu will also be colored.
|Toward the end of the year, I throw away my colors and live each day.
|The joy of attending the chrysanthemum banquet and looking up at the prince of Kumoi.
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