2015年04月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 158th. week vol. 1

To have haven a cough, in Europe filled with sorrow, to blow my nose just only do.
To draw meridians on the earth, to try to do over again, His Grace does.
A melody performed by her flute, to be possessed by a ghost.
Of Shibusawas, to stack up skulls, to set there.
Over yonder despair, a mirror in, with your smile can see.

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