Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
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Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

— Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
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