2014年01月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 92nd. week vol. 2

The fourteen or fifteen, to lick before drawing, on the tip of the brush.
A scab, the other side of its face, to put to turn upwards.
Something is there, the who doesn’t know words how to describe, should tell.
The cut into strips, and being dress with Konjac gels, of planarias.
With her unkempt hairs and rouge on a teacup, pressing flowers.

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