from his white mouth
your hand looks dirty,
don't touch me ...
the silence and I (a Chinese)
some strange race on the bus
Whispers, June 15 2014
A Room of My Own: Hazy Crescent Haiku
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again her smile fades...
I awaken to the silence
of a hazy crescent
FYI: My haiku below could be read as its prequel and sequel respestively
her empty be...
