Tenpou scribbles on his notepad, mid-meeting, his handwriting jagged:
white papers, white hair,
white cherry blossom falling --
red dawn sun breaks through
When it reaches Goujun's stack of reports, he considers it, then adds carefully:
Dark forests wait at nightfall,
Dark grass under winter's moon.
The paper passes Konzen's desk. He spends a moment looking at the poetry, and then writes without thinking:
gold coin in the sky
gold flowers in the water
gold eyes in my room
Kanzeon reads the page, crumples it in hir hand, and tosses it into the water among the lotuses. It floats downstream.
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