2015年07月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 169th. week

Faked Roland Barthes in "L'Empire des signes", as a corpse of the forest, a vacant plot is there.
The Hall of Visions at Horyuji, to hear sounds hitting the door of, a shuin a seal stump from the shirin handed. Or, the palace for dreaming, to hear sounds hitting, hand job she does.
Than a swam of mosquitoes, that fellow to make complaints, you are mean.
Be moored, boats hitting a pier, the sounds storm will come.
To shade with his hand to see the sky, fickle as women, awkward he says it's.

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