Ono no Komachi

Was I Lost

The Colour Of This Flower

I Long For Him Most

Upon The Path Of Dreams

Visible Colours

Fisher Folk

When My Desire

Without End

In Reality

Blossoms Blooming

In This World

The Autumn Wind

How Hollow

It’s Over!

How Sad

Upon My Breast

Feeling:

As I Dozed

No Exchange Of Glances

Placing Burning Coals

The Fisherfolk Live

In My Desolation

Atop This Crag