I confess my sins
like squeezing out the last bit
of toothpaste...
in the back of my mind
her cold smile lingers
Gusts, 17, Spring/Summer 2013
Butterfly Dream: Fullness Haiku by Elizabeth Searle Lamb
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*English Original*
across the black sky
the constellations dimming:
the moon, its fullness
*Across the Windharp*, 1999
Elizabeth Searle Lamb
*Chinese Tr...