I was born and raised in Macedonia. I now live in Seattle and I love the trees and the rain. I write mostly haiku and plays.
Contact: samoil99 at earthlink dot net
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elena, kudos.
this haiku, one of few, grabs my imagination, innuendoes of a romantic sort(to me); causing me to remember (when), and even promises of things to come.
elena, however, that’s my imagination at play; albeit, i, too, remember foraging (neighbors’) orchards and vineyards…
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night winds, rising-
her words
match the crescendo
elena, kudos.
this haiku, one of few, grabs my imagination, innuendoes of a romantic sort(to me); causing me to remember (when), and even promises of things to come.
elena, however, that’s my imagination at play; albeit, i, too, remember foraging (neighbors’) orchards and vineyards…
–
night winds, rising-
her words
match the crescendo
In the summer moonlight
the bloody fingers
of a fair lady
colour blooms–
summer in miami
this hot pink bougainvillea