2018年05月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 315th. week

On my left shin, leaving a mosquito bite, my circumstance how.
Of the spy, as asking his name, not long since I've got to know.
That's old woman, to get a taxi, and throw an basket away.
Of a red recorder, somewhen or somewhere, I have dreamt.
It's there, no hands no legs, and without face.

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