The heart dies a slow death
Shedding each hope like leaves
Until one day there are none
No hopes
Nothing remains
She paints her face to hide her face
Her eyes are deep water
It is not for geisha to want
It is not for geisha to feel
Geisha is an artist of the floating world
She dances
She sings
She entertains you
Whatever you want
The rest is shadows
The rest is secret.
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