2021年06月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 458th. week

The shepherd, to an apple with a mark by his biting, had repented.
The swamp dried up, seeking for his life partner, a man living in.
In the mirror, to her elder sister making herself looking younger, the younger is frightened.
At me pointed by his pistol, the blackcoat does, preaching his empty words.
To fake his identity, loving on the hill, the kappa is there.

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