2013年12月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 88th. week vol. 2

By north wind, with blood like flowers, stones being thrown.
Of a coward, a eye comes to kill you.
We shall dance, where clocks never work, in that world.
Of the other colour, putting on lipstick, by tips of your brush.
To see your breath, on the broken glass, dewing condensation.

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