2013年12月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 88th. week vol. 1

"A liar you are!", to blame Plato, two in the bed room there are.
My father comes home, a dream I wonder, he died.
At the star gate, to smooth down my wrinkles, being able to spread and get the space same as eight tatamis.
Because we cannot make it clear whether they are right or wrong, called as three primary colors.
It's cold you feel, rainy on December, reading "The Story Of The Futon Of Tottori" by Lafcadio Hearn.

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