2016年01月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 194th. week

At the first making love for the year, not yet having come, next new year has come.
In this trench, at the bottom of swamp, a bible book has been there.
At the root of a ceiling joist, sitting and relaxing, anxiety is there.
For the a maiden painting, colour like blackened curry, to paint her hairs.
A travelling rug, for wrapping around the necks, a few people are there.

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