2014年04月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 102nd. week vol. 1

With no umbrella, a woman for others (not for me), you I’ll meet.
Lost your tongue, to eat mushrooms, your chin falls down.
At a parting scene, to weep, all one have to do is.
A reason for concern I have though, cannot relieve or scatter, dawn comes and rains it.
To count on my fingers, before my holidays come, it’s my hand-job.

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