Viewing Cherry Blossoms at San'yo Sensei's House

The rain ceased, but the spring garden still drips, not yet dry.
Smoke from a jade censer lies cool, scent left for the night.
A cloud briefly blocks the moon, darkens the flowering trees.
Borrowing a lamp I look near the eaves to my heart's content.
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Ema Saiko
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