2018年12月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 345th. week

Instead of having gone, to wail and my body, bring to a crematorium.
Only in his name, by his colossal honored, a infant is.
Towards lamplights, waving his hands evening, to say good-by the darkness
My friend comes, on the outer planet, in the dark morning.
At my bedside, to pile up three volumes, and tell a lie.

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