2014年01月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 92nd. week vol. 1

No-name, on a boarding list, “I” wrote.
The sick in her lung, who is my kindred spirit, I tear the letter from her. Or, to give up haiku, the letter from my kindred spirit, I tear it.
Only a rattling noise from a window, to chase the snow away. Or, only a rattling noise from a window, the people who will go should be out.
For you, the killer awoke before dawn, so you should die before his coming.
No one knows, this mortal coil, tomorrow will let you die.

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