Author Hiroaki Sato The night grew late in Kuzuha Village in Hirakata, but as the river waves tapped out their notes under my pillow, no dreams formed, my mind lucid: Cool, cool, the moon too is white in the autumn wind 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