Author Hiroaki Sato The bamboo grass in front of the Oji Shrine thrives, though horses eat it. Though you don't come to my night-room, I thrive because I'm young. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments