World Haiku Series 2019 (200) Haiku by Zada Šahdanović    The dust Hides an unopened book. The hidden treasure.   ほこりが未開封の本を隠す 隠された宝物   Last petals of my freedom go away. I write with the bitterness of my soul.   私の自由の最後の花びらが消える。 辛さでもって書く 私の魂の   A young man without his legs Pushes the wheel of destiny. Angels … Continue reading World Haiku Series 2019 (200) Haiku by Zada Šahdanović →