2015年01月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 143rd. week vol. 1

The intestines become, breaking to pieces, an artificial flower in water blooms.
The boy put it on the tongue of his mortal enemy.
Two pillows on the bed, to the nan sitting next, and cutting nails.
Like to butter thickly, how the music scores are. Or, many butter tones on the music scores are written.
Your hairs, to fold and ticked inside the front of my kimono, and to go down a river.

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