2020年02月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 387th. week

Bygone days, written down on a notebook of, how hopeless Asakusa was.
Only five seconds we have, abandon me, my left hand escapes.
In pale violet, an umbrella how beautiful is, a woman said there is.
In the orchestra, to skip the one, three brothers lined up.
On my hand, putting on your lipstick, and laughing at.

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