2015年01月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 143th. week vol. 2

Around high buildings a strong wind blowing, a parabolic antenna flown', like a cloud.
On a wheelchair, rain falls, without an umbrella. Or, on a wheelchair, rain falls, with no enough volume for fit.
About your lips, other way to choice, steam bathing with mugwort.
On green colour, over the other green, and crimson put it on.
With join our hands, something out from the mouth slowly, the night of the Round Table.

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