You come and go with no traces left
as the flame of my heart rises and falls
You laugh and cry with no sounds heard
as the beat of my heart waxes and wanes
Distressed in the wake of a dream
I hear time passing in the sound of snow
Winter 2010 issue of Rust+Moth.
Butterfly Dream: Spring Wind Haiku by vincent tripi
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*English Original*
spring wind --
the monk & his robes
out walking together
*monk & i*, 2001
vincent tripi
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
春風拂面 --...
