2020年04月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 397th. week

A snow ball, throwing to meet, at his Juliet.
Her right little finger, at an unexpected place to meet, of a woman I recollect.
A traitor he calls, to walk looking for, the old teacher.
How or what do you feel, the cliff where Godzilla also fallin', you arrive on.
Dimly lighting under heat haze, far away in the dust, they fading away.

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