Night without end. My heart clings
to the lower tip of the crescent moon.
In bleeding calculation
I evaluate the price.
Vast -- in its passion ratio
to that of my withering body!
November 2009 Issue of Word Catalyst
Butterfly Dream: Wild Bluebells Haiku by Marion Clarke
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*English Original*
washing windows
the wild bluebells
bluer
Marion Clarke
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
清洗窗戶
野生的風信子
看起來更藍
*Chinese Translation (...