2015年11月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 186th. week

Still there she is, in my mirror, a girl I dislike.
A hand gripping something, what he stares, and being frightened.
What you say, the happiness you want, a lie they says.
Of his children's, under the heaviness, a frog gives away. Or, of his children's, under the heaviness, to give away like an frog.
And sweat and suffer, for escape from reality, are same as to be born. Or, and sweat and phrase, for escape from reality, are same as to be born.

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