2014年04月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 106th. week an addendum

Like a barber's pole, a swarm mosquitoes round and round, sounds of siren I hear.
A flower a beautiful flower, to grimace his face, to draw it.
In between two her fingers, toword no one in particular, the edge of a razor blade to hold up over her head.
To draw a perfect circle, to purr and roll, a soy sauce cruet does.
Doing a handstand, eyes of the soles of the feet, not to hear this. Or, doing a handstand, eyes of the soles of the feet, to hear now.

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