*
.
Rest in winter
.
– acceptance
in the happy silence
.
feel your roots
.
dancing slowly
underground
.
– stretching
toward the needed nectar
.
death is but an attire
.
-Dec. 2009-
.
.
*
.
rain
stimulus of too many tears
.
not exactly
the color of the sea in summer
.
I’m longing for
.
sweet moments of love
casting shadow
.
as the bright sun does
away from my heart
.
-Dec. 30th 2009-
annamosca 
well i don’t know a terrible lot about poetry, but i like what i see here. very pleasant reading.
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Thank you Misha. With such a talented family and what your mom and Ben write, to affirm “I don’t know a terrible lot about poetry” is such a lovely understatement to me. Or actually the key may be the definition “terrible lot”, ‘cos I know you know enough with all the creative imput you carry in you… 🙂 Glad you did enjoy reading my poetry.
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