2025年10月15日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 692nd. week

At before our supper, the lid of her suspicion, trying to take off.
Only having still feeling for though, by domino topping, to say good-bye.
Awake from our dream, the trattoria also having gone to, snowing there. Or, awake from our dream, the trattoria also having gone to, under the snow.
To sober up, tossing his sake cup, giving his esteemed words.
On the marshalling yard, on this time, what a bird catches sight of.

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