2014年09月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 127th. week vol. 3

Its turret to be watered down, a tank goes.
To draw a word "Sigh", and a little dog runs down.
To touch by a finger, hesitate how to do, at her hyperbolas.
Someone waiting for, with him the golden mask, an journey on the way.
Under stage here us, a confession time has come, to have just curtains open.

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