2023年04月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 551st. week

On bolt of the blue, a destroyer alone, waiting on the hill.
In stratosphere, at verge of his death, a windsock flutters.
On closing down our shop, by a joke of the mummy, floating dust in the air.
Lost my ear, of a dream of the daughter, the rest of dream is it.
At night to view cherry blossoms, Damian dressing up, stands.

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