2012年10月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 25th. week

By uiro, a Japanese traditional steamed cake, I am made fun of on our lover's quarrel.
It seems for old men and old women to be just hale and hearty in the examination room.
There is a lonely woman walking in the street only, so I call out to her "Uwan!", but she never lose her head. (Uwan in Japanese folklore is a disembodied voice that inhabits old, abandoned temples and homes. It is said if you hear somebody calls "Uwan!", you must answer "Uwan!" If you do not do, you should be taken away to the hell.)
The party is over, so I have nothing to do without green bristlegrass.
So lovely tortoise had gone, by cup. we made burial mound and buried.

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