2019年09月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 365th. week

Even ghosts, in the end of summer, saying love it is.
In the closet, it's first man, to overflow from.
On committing adultery, while distrusting him, to lay down with.
In orangutans, so lonely I'm, in traveling alone.
On landing, to be impolite, dinner we have.

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