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: 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 --...
