2014年12月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 137th. week

To trample, counting up to my wrinkles, to be covered with a thin layer of snow. Or, to trample, counting up to my wrinkles, to make up for winter.
A child we haven't had is there, in the front of our mirror, a henohenomoheji drawn by. Or, a child we haven't had is there, in Galerie des Glaces, a henihenomoheji drawn by.
To gag you, to have things to do is, towards your behind. Or, to gag you, to have things to do is, towards your depth
Twist papers into a string scattered, at water for washing, Aonyobo is there. Or, twist papers into a string scattered, before washing by water, to meet Aonyobo.
At the tomb to place hot sake, only one to be left, and rain comes.

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