2013年02月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 45th. week vol. 3

Drifting on the stream red flowers are, growing up faster than me. Sayoko Kikuchi is.
At ultimate fate of the universe, getting hold of his cane, left 10,000,000 years.
To black smoke above the railway, waving her hand, a girl in my distant view.
Hiding herself, Azami, the assassin, biting the edge of her sword. Or, for recollecting, a single flower of thistle to bite, with the edge of her sword.
If one of the little fingers are left, hands will come out, feet come out, of Tomie from it.

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