2016年11月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 238th. week

Of parallel lines, at the land of intersection, to stand there I hope.
A wild goose on its back, one of the truck, to have tunble down. Or, with its back to a wild goose, one of the truck, to have tunble down.
The teeth on the geta also, failing to tread on, a black beetle runs.
On pipes, to lean, and waiting for setting sun.
Overpainting on, an urine bottle at the next door, flies floating.

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