Treasure Island

Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

(06.08 1983 r. / Gdynia)

haiku - 193


summer nights
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warm July evening

moon is looking into eyes

window is open

Submitted: Friday, July 17, 2009

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  • Maria Barbara Korynt (7/19/2009 5:21:00 PM)

    I value your haiku behind the fact that you are obeying principles of writing.: 5.7,5. You are describing the moment, moment in the present tense. Romantic and plastic, very good haiku. You aren't using rhymes which aren't acceptable in the haiku. You are counting syllables and you are trying to find the element of the nature in it. I am waiting to your tanki. Remember building sites about the principle: 5,7,5,7,7. I saw here miniatures, which are being named unjustly: haiku and tanka. Greetings. MariaBarbaraKorynt (Report) Reply

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