2013年05月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 57th. week vol. 1

Two pillows are there, the subtleties between man and woman, like a kibi-dango, a kind of Japanes sweet made by millet.
On Saturday, in my weariness and inertia, for shaving.
A person who lead a life of dissipation, when stamping his feet in frustration, a land mine under his feet they might be.
On which my dominant hand depends, on the a triangular bandage, splashed some drops of curry from the dish.
The body of the termite's queen wriggles and squirms, and her flesh shines whity.

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