2018年11月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 341st. week

Look carefully, at the cleavage of its scissors, the dirt under the nails there.
The big-headed says, a wardrobe which is the bigger one, as a cloak of invisibility.
On one of her upper arms, the tri-stars shining, the day comes.
On her lips, put on my pointer finger, I try.
On the boat, only two baggages, have shaken.

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