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A haiku-style poem inspired by a Japanese silk painting |
| She blushes, tight crimson lips pressed in a coy smile. She flutters delicate long black lashes like a flittering black Swallowtail darting from lotus petals. She tilts her ink black tresses jingling a red lacquor hair ornament as she click-clacks past me in her geta sandals. Beauty. She stands with an umbrella under a willow. |