2016年02月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 198th. week

A tea leaf floating erect, such a hassle in a garden, only shears is there.
Her black hairs, to stride over and go, Ants do.
In winter being in bloom, same colour in blood, flowers of crimson.
A lip, to draw and add, as a harelip.
A Mercedes-Benz, a black car, running to be banked, as a tricycle.

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