Cristina Moldoveanu Writing

traditional haiku

traditional haiku

about a child and a grown-up on the same stage

the oaks are growing on the main street for more than twenty years notably in the beginning each one of them weak at his root ..

In this dimming light, beside myself and incomplete, I don’t know if I’ll ever be an awning made of clouds or a su..

a girl telling her story about a man beguiling her

about a young girl being confused and a man beguiling her

about childhood dreams and losing them

„And mom, stones were changing into butterflies, learning how to fly.” The child was smiling, my tears gathering in beehives ..

a sort of senryu, two of them

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