2014年05月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 108th. week vol. 1

In a storm with flower blossoms, a daughter of Yaksha, combing her hair.
Gripping rusty chains, to get on a swing and pump your legs, dog turd I find.
You don’t know to preach the humanity, how taste it is.
You the mono-eye, on your only eye, here to piss.
On a spoonful, of a rainbow's egg, its gooey threads.

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