2020年11月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 426th. week

Under the crime of rioting, with an unconcerned air, flying on the leopard print.
Of black-dyed leather, only his left little finger, in the wind swaying.
The wax dripping, of werewolves, to imitate ridiculously.
By sea breeze, from two stupas, sounds I heard.
To want milk for, the carcass holding in the hands, two children there. Or, to want their father, the carcass holding in the hands, two children there.

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