2022年08月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 516th. week

Of the bathtub, on the edge a strand of hair was there, with the blood.
For covered with flames, the one putting on, wheelchairs arranged from.
About them at odds, as no concern of mine, an saddled horse standing.
Under the burning sun, an bucket carrying in his arms, an arsonist there.
For the croft, an watering put holding between his teeth, sounding the march. Or, for the croft, an watering put holding between his teeth, letting out a war whoop.

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