2024年09月18日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 666th. week
On his going home, a total stranger, taking bath.
A borrowing dog, by curtains in this night, shuddered.
A medical practitioner, on the grave dug to open, licking her blood.
Continuing chorus of cicadas, I feel on my back, the stress of her tummy. Or, continuing chorus of cicadas, I feel on my back, her tempereture.
In led colour, beyond the sludge, happiness waiting I heard.
composed by them.
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