May is the month of dead flowers
as well as newborn ones.
Already the forsythia has disappeared,
the cherry blossoms all is fallen,
lilacs are turning fragrantly brown,
and all the dandelion is gone to seed.
Temporary flowers cannot stay
the great transformation.
The May-November romance is
actually April-May.
Every second is a season
appearing or disappearing
in constant consciousness—
I am the dragon and not my flames.
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