2016年03月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 202nd. week vol. 2

The painted by Hokusai, to turn a somersault, crape-myrtle is.
To sharpen my claws, my mother having been missing, waiting for.
For his birthday, forming rust, a teacup putting into.
After the death three days have passed, on the desk, thousand origami cranes are there.
Spring has come, us in this mortal, to ride unicycles.

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