2022年03月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 495th. week

In the night his returning to port, on the finger of his artificial hand, a ring shinning.
A virgin only, herself into a drawn sword, having put.
At a bound, towards Alpha Centauri, as doing a flit.
Same here it's, also being proud with, bruise on right in the face.
For the working overtimes, keeping in place one, of pieces of bread.

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