2024年02月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 637th. week

It's the only one, his things left behind, crutch there.
From the underworld, the role she recieved, an walk-on is.
Someone's bloodstain there, directing under, food red painted.
By a muddy stream, like flowing away, the insensitive fellow gone. Or, by a muddy stream, in the night flowing away, the insensitive fellow gone.
Before leaving on my trip, the musical instruments of my father, exposed to rain.

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