2025年04月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 698th. week

Of holocaust, picking a fire stick up, to get dinner organized.
Above the hill, the Golden Bat, the piano he plays. Or, above the hill, the Golden Bat, the piano he tugs.
On seasonal change of clothing, by wind underarm hair also, drying in the sun.
Falling in his love it is said, on the chest of a maiden, a grenade putting on.
The hell-bent on his revenge, the last one, totally forgot. Or, the hell-bent on his revenge, the last one, forget and has gone.

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