2020年10月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 422nd. week

Running through in front of me, the socks of a girl are, on a different colour.
In her swelling, knocked up, a child in anger.
At the landing of the stairs, of a woman chuckling herself, how sloven.
All night long, done unnecessary, the grave robber has.
Of the chaplain, fallen into the love, turning out just as our wished.

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