2020年03月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 392nd. week

In front of the tomb, nothing to do with I have, a woman in winter.
To invite in, my elder sister with the man, staying there.
For the skin on her upper body, to shine and wait, schistostega does.
On the rainy night, the girl gone, to flower picking.
Chindon'ya goes with the sound of their percussions, of a boy who follows, his evening shadow.

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