on a spring night
he pointed his finger
to the moon...
I will myself to chase
the ghost of his words
Notes from the Gean, 4:1, June 2012
Butterfly Dream: Grey Hair and Smile Haiku by Deborah Karl-Brandt
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*English Original*
grey hair
something left of the boy
in his smile
*First Frost*, 7, Spring 2023
Deborah Karl-Brandt
*Chinese Translation (Trad...
