2013年04月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 52nd. week

Methanol dripped on, and make him dancing, with tarantella.
How wonderful the bottom edge of her kimono moving, so my eyes follow its shape, the bottle has turned aside and spilled sake.
Emerged at the night, left empty pupa's body, smashed to pieces under the sun.
Eve if the king was, when a woman holds between her teeth, could not do anything.
To get on well each other, a blind worm does as his pleases.

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