2018年07月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 325th. week

At the evening on summer, a strange fruit, failing to crop.
On the meridian, the dawn crossing, what colour it is.
As soft boiled egg, to regard myself, in the cage (to sell).
On the towel, to get her slaver, the tracks made of.
In an evening shower to be caught, also a saw get wet, dazzling it's.

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