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in the old seashell i can still listen to the sound of the ocean – aside that, in the whole house there is such a deep silence…   originally written in Romanian © 2016 Liliana Negoi Advertisements

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shadows – tanka

the house’s shadow grows along the barren field during the sunset – with every day that passes my shadow grows smaller still © 2016 Liliana Negoi

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cold rain – tanka

the winter drizzle washes gently in the night the broken gutter – on my left, the bed linen remains uncrumpled again © 2016 Liliana Negoi

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ups and downs – tanka

when climbing ladders men don’t always show their face even when it’s hard. it is in their downward path that you’ll see their true colours. © Liliana Negoi

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memento – tanka

do you remember the ladybug to which once i sang by your side? i recall the barn swallow dining on it next second.   © Liliana Negoi

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flows – tanka

irremovable time courses ponderously along veins of clay – listening to its ripple thoughts weave for it a delta   © Liliana Negoi

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and on a more serious note… – tanka

gracefully falling leaves ornate the winter mud with autumn flashbacks – nature’s vocabulary writes itself all around us…   © Liliana Negoi

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vocabulary – tanka

sophisticated vernacularization – aristocracy – anthropocentrically representationalism   © Liliana Negoi

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prime time – tanka

pomegranate bleeds – flowers blooming loot branches of virginity – from spring’s lips drops of nectar flow rich within corollas © Liliana Negoi       the image used links to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pomegranate

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XI – tanka

through november veins mortuary scented air flows withered and dull. autumn knits its leafy shroud all over empty alleys…   © Liliana Negoi

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