2026年01月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 704th. week

After cleaning a ditch, on a heap of rubble, the throne there.
A sponge, flogged to death, be like a wrinkled frog.
Of a balloon, deflating, to take her leave.
The typhoon gone, dried fishes begin to rotate, under nightlights.
After killing all of them, on the crotch of a dog, a red flower blooms. Or, after killing all of them, on grey field-speedwell, a red flower blooms.

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