2013年10月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 78th. week

All night wrong, doesn't work for, a maidservant Kiku.
In the restoration for this city, someone worries about, who was released from prison.
And not yet, the eye looking at me, on the 12th. floor of the tower, the Ryounkaku.
His last moments, to throw a bomb, a wind bill it is. Or, his last moments, from a thrown bomb, a bill drawn.
Draw a line, paint it over, and clean them off.

posted =oyo= : 05:21 | comment (0) | trackBack (0) | The Lion Sleeps Tonight