2017年04月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 259th. week

To become clouded, pus at the nail lacked, on her little toe.
On a memorandum to write down, at the end of this summer, a demon comes.
On a bathtub, few strands of long hair, to get and tangle up.
On the elderly spinster, behind her wrinkles, eyes of an infant there.
On a spring vacation, his leather gloves, getting heavy by sweating.

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