2019年01月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 351st. week

The flowings, on crossing, broken.
Bleeding in sweet, my wife lay down with, mouth‐watering.
My elder brother has gone, a splint to fold in two, the day comes.
That's a lie, who tell that, a black dog.
Taking a nap, the scissors fallin', for giving him a warming.

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