2017年08月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 277th. week vol. 1

Of common beans, to peel off the skin, running away without our seeing.
By fortune-telling on the street, forgetting to smile, without her face because of.
On sixth anniversary of his death, knowing when to quit, praised I am.
How hItting the mark it is, his left hand's shivering, to apply eyewash to.
Rescheduled in case of rain, even if it's not, the same case comes.

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