2021年09月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 472nd. week

To say something looking like he wants, standing there alone, the spirit of my father.
To solve a problem, With making some sacrifice, the bum he arraigns.
Stir I will, before giving my eye, to her. Or, agitate I will, before giving my eye, to her.
Of my dead girl, as the keepsakes, toy blocks still there.
His mortal enemy, a bowl eating after, jellied fish left.

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