2019年03月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 358th. week

Surging waves, shaking with the moon, infant's wear in vermilion.
For a bait by a pine tree, also a prawn has taken off, in the first night.
From its chin, wet gotten by salvia, dead man he is.
Of the purse with a metal clasp, to tighten, just to do.
Lower strings, to tap, an offering for you.

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