2013年12月25日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 88th. week vol. 3
In a pandemonium, to have made beds, and been left out in the cold.
Of a woman on confinement, off tear her clothes, a pentagram shines.
Fluttered by wind, orphan orphan fatherless motherless, asking the way.
By a middle‐aged woman, shameless she is, being rubbed my cheek.
Small shoes stepping frosts, how loud I hear.
composed by them.
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