2020年05月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 399th. week

By sweets foods, burly though he is, just a child after all. Or, because of being naive to, burly though he is, just a child after all.
By a needle only, you must cry, mustn't you?
Of the glory, on violating his grave, only a flower left.
On his biography, how selfish he has, the days writing down he spent. Or, on his diary for introspection, how selfish he has, the days writing down he spent.
Of the brothel, the owner envies, his prostitute and her guest.

posted =oyo= : 09:01 | comment (0) | trackBack (0) | The Lion Sleeps Tonight