2016年01月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 196th. week

Anything is flying lowly away as it has be.
The once in a month, even if a snow day it will tomorrow, a parasol is suitable for me,
To feel about under, wondering where your fingers are there, I make a mistake.
The gate to press or to knock, not knowing when to give up, one hour or more it takes.
Losing a finger, a bloody song, singing along.

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