2022年06月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 510th. week

A woman escapes, from the first floor to see off, how comfortable am I.
Of his handkerchief, asked what colour, a civil servant might be.
From the cross, mopping off, having wetted in blood.
On rainy season though, the knitting pants looks good, for my wife.
At the bottom of garbages, only one of them, barely breathing is.

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