2016年04月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 207th. week

For the theremin, by his fingers to play, being touched.
On his way to, depending on his tongue about 9 cm long, a blind serpent goes. Or, on his way to, winning somebody over by power of eloquence, a blind serpent goes.
Cold weather has returned in the season of cherry blossoms, the futons has not dried yet, to turn them the other way.
Your skin, being seen through, on the back of a chair.
After the fall of, in the night left lonely, spinning a top.

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