2016年08月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 224th. week

Of common gardenia, the window of his mind rather than eyes, the noppera-bo has.
His nuts to cut off, sing a song for, with a detached tone.
On disposable chopsticks, fine splits are three, and thorns in my throat.
On doing push-ups, just only falling, my sweats where to go.
To dissolve by hot water, only seaweed, floating in my bowl.

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