2018年08月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 329th. week

Of the man who has gone, not to urge his on, even if Oni do.
To lie on my stomach, to feel servile, the red shoes I can see.
How you can see, of the mask torn, inside in.
Under autumn sky, only a Japanese hand towel, wet gotten.
On compare heights, to see the persons to choose, for choosing one.

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