I stand alone
under the prairie sky
chewing on thoughts
ripple after ripple
of grass shadows
the scent of spring
tall grasses
bend to the moon's faint light
wending my way home
NeverEnding Story, Feb. 14, 2014
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...
