2017年06月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 270th. week

By swinging a whip, being numb and sleep, under the autumn sky.
In my hand to hold, somewhat uncertain it is only, because of.
Having flown and passed away, a spirit of the mole, still in the earth.
The rainy season has not yet closed, on the love triangle, to develop a crack.
A tofu seller, beating a drum, for calling back.

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