11.3

Have you ever seen my city?
The water flows free, like a river
through the streets.
My beautiful city.

During summer
cherry blossom, green grass, sunshine
the okiya, and jiin
Smiles and waves in the streets of
my city
now left with greif and pity.

Water, silver, mixed shades of brown and green
rushes past, flowing fast
stealing away people's world.
Filling the remains of a tea house
red, gold, glint as they float away.

A sofa lies in the midst of a field
stood alone, survival, vivid green,

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poem by Mia Rennow
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