2012年12月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 2

A fly in the winter, by the deceased, there is.
A love child have recoated one more color of manicure on her finger's nails.
Under sugegasa, a kind of Japanese conical Asian hat, the eyes are shining brighter in gold.
Algae grow thickly we can see, flogs make sounds we can hear, spring might have come.
A folded paper crane I makes for drinking myself as a side dish, a fly stayed on a small dish.

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