2017年08月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 275th. week

So lonely, holding my guitar, tight as a girl.
My enthusiasm to be killed by, to support softly, for my breaking off.
Two singers there are, their heels to be adjacent to each other, comparing their heights.
Today again, at the castle in Spain, a fool alone.
On the boat, only a skewer of chicken breast, left alone.

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