Sapporo Soul

I tried to write haiku,
My mind was filled with you;

To snowy-Sapporo I travelled,
My heart was there untrue.

My master was a death of me,
As virtuous masters do;

Little need for death now here
Within a width anew.

I brushed you with a whisper,
The living letters flew;

I tried to write haiku down
But now I write for you.

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