loneliness
doesn't have a tongue ...
and yet it speaks
through a dripping faucet
and the tempest in my mind
Revision,A Hundred Gourds, 4:4, September 2015
Butterfly Dream: Twilight Campfire Haiku by Keitha Keyes
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*English Original*
twilight campfire
spirits of the past
envelop us
*Echidna Tracks*, 11
Keitha Keyes
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
暮色營火
過去的幽魂
籠...