cub of icy plains
drifts on reveries under
drapes of velvet light
.
the long fingers of warm winds
braid soot into the white fur
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R.I. Károly
R. I. Károly is a Hungarian author currently based in Germany. Her work explores both poetry and prose in both Hungarian and English.
Her haiku chapbook "We Fall Through" can be purchased as ebook here.
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