2017年09月27日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 283rd. week
Raining it ceases raining, your feeling to play truant, it's not that I understand.
Swaying to sway, no raven chirping, clothes hangers are.
Making a bow, to paint the lily, miso soup you have.
On drinking water, the clothing for the witch, dead stock it is.
To retaliate against, and after shaving are, different kinds from same root.
composed by them.
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