Ono no Komachi
The Most Beautiful Woman in Japan. She Wrote Poems About How None of It Lasts.
The moon wanes, the blossoms fall — yet beauty remains.
Once courted by emperors and praised in palace halls, I now sit beneath the moon, clothed in memory and verse. My beauty has long since faded, like petals in the wind, but my poetry remains — a mirror to the soul of every fleeting moment. I write not to mourn what is gone, but to honor that which was, and will be again.
What I'm Into: cherry blossoms at dawn, ink and brush, whispers of lost lovers, moonlit gardens, the scent of plum
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