The Narcissus

Her light-silk socks part the waves in gentle moonlight,
her indeterminate glow enough to make a castle tilt.
In fragrant essence she compares with the plum's cold.
Plum and narcissus, indeed, must be born of the same.
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Ema Saiko
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