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• today again all day i have walked the windOn the Begging Road
• until my travel robe dries, wind through the weedsOn the Begging Road
• in the wind, gathering dead branches, walking onWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
• a wind has risen over the grass too — the tofu must be cool by nowWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
• the wind blows through so cool — the bees too, the dragonflies tooWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
• there's a willow so it's called the Willow Inn — a cool windFrom Journey to Journey
• when I sit there is wind autumn weedsFrom Journey to Journey
• now then, which way shall I go — the wind blowsFrom Journey to Journey
• the wind just right and spring-like — thicket after thicketA Landscape of Weeds
• seeking what do I go on into the windA Landscape of Weeds
• in the tree's shade there's a breeze — fellow travelersA Landscape of Weeds
• with death before me a cool windA Landscape of Weeds
• the wound healing it blows as an autumn-like windA Landscape of Weeds
• standing still the wind crossing the sky far, far offPersimmon Leaves
• a shadow suddenly grazed past the windPersimmon Leaves
• following the light and dark of the windPersimmon Leaves
• the wind is the loneliest thing I think plumes of pampas grassPersimmon Leaves
• out of the wind caw caw a crowPersimmon Leaves
• in the wind walking on, blaming myselfCold and Alone
• the wind rises and sets me quietly thinking of myselfCold and Alone
• going to beg for rice in the windThe Crow
• burn it all and only this much ash — the wind blowsThe Crow
• the wind blows through from the sea — onion flowersThe Crow
• round the bend a wind — the sea is near — a field of peasThe Crow

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