Author Hiroaki Sato In autumn, on the day when there was a storm, I went to Gojo. As I took my leave: Like tinkling gems, neither dewdrops nor tears stay ā at the house where I long for the one who's dead, or 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