2015年07月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 168th. week

For a runner, treading on the base, to misread a pitch.
So impudence he is, after being unmasked his nature, to cut into juliennes.
A girl playing her bass guitar, to make herself heard in the crowd, and not to reach her fingertips for.
Send me your mail please, a voice to send to me, very sweet it was. Or, send me your mail please, a voice to send to me, too optimistic it was.
Hashihime the maiden of the bridge is, as a human sacrifice for overflowing, at a pillar upside down.

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