2024年11月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 673rd. week

In the middle of the day, tip of a icicle also, paint it in red. Or, in the middle of the day, tip of a icicle also, getting wet in red.
The cyclopean eye, waiting for him, at the colosseum.
With white wax skin, just before last train, you I meet.
A woodlouse, you as is, staying there. Or, a woodlouse, you as is, be still the same.
At the riverside of the milk way, grabbing his fishing rod, the skull-head there,

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