2014年06月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 112th. week vol. 2

Tracks something dragged, to be frightened, a dog snarls to the sky.
To thunders, a prostitute have thrown away, a bough of rose.
Into the forbidden zone, only left hand runs. Or, into the forbidden zone, only left wing runs.
At a white line on the platform, a clothes is there, ex-girlfriend had used to wear.
At a pool of puke, to flap their wings, white doves do.

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