This is daily life:
hours passing by, day after trivial day,
blank years in and out.
And then the sudden moments of being:
the stab of memories, the sting of longings,
the slaughter of Time.
There is no screaming tragedy in ordinary life.
September, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
Butterfly Dream: Grey Hair and Smile Haiku by Deborah Karl-Brandt
-
*English Original*
grey hair
something left of the boy
in his smile
*First Frost*, 7, Spring 2023
Deborah Karl-Brandt
*Chinese Translation (Trad...
