2019年08月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 362nd. week

Into tragedy, like Inviting, the rain gets harder.
In the triangular bandage, hiding them, sucking a candy.
She laughing though, under eyebrows, a scratching in red.
At the bottom of a ravine, by a person behind me, whispered.
Her brain also, to visualize because of, goes mad she.

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