2019年02月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 357th. week

Her to overdo, the grave of his second wife, punching and kicking.
In the attic, also ruts in the blues, by their pillow talks.
Of the outgoing tide, being engulfed by a spiral, with black hair.
Stubborn they are, four of pilgrimages, telling their names.
On the ferris wheel, After getting off, with indifference each other looking on.

posted =oyo= : 08:43 | comment (0) | trackBack (0) | The Lion Sleeps Tonight