2020年05月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 400th. week

To bristle, through the bookshelves, like going after.
Making an excuse, her fan dropped down, on picking up.
To drink a toast, for a moonlight night in red, and smile.
With a smile, in spite of knowing hypocrisy it's, running down her cheeks.
A nurse, sucking a piece of candy, comes a night. Or, a nurse, sucking a piece of candy, like she does.

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