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: Lore Haiku by Elmedin Kadric
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*English Original*
the lore
in a breeze
dandelion seeds
*Frogpond*, 47:3, Autumn 2024
Elmedin Kadric
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
傳說
在微風中
蒲公英種...
