2018年02月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days,the 303rd. week

For colour of water, to recoat one more brushing, because of raining.
Of them wolves, on the back side tusks maybe there, something madder red.
With the death of our friend, to break and separate, the robot's ark does.
Girls singing, lying snow, in the same breath.
Wings in the dark, even a poor haiku, not to carry off.

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