2019年01月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 349th. week

At the shore swaying, broken lights, the cat licks.
Late coming spring, three corpses, where they go.
One two three, more than numbers of rice cakes, age teaches wisdom.
On one sleeve, by a bleeding, remains of.
At a loss for words, for a makeshift, the moon in the shadow I see.

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