Letters are dancing through history’s book
With memories hugged in arms of its love,
In corner of thinking of what did they look
While writing the stories which flight with the doves.
Time is refreshing the files on the days
When mornings are hugging the earth with their will,
When passing the valleys of wonders still pay
Some whispers through mind to the wish to fulfill.
I’m running to dawns and catching my Blue
When windows are eyes to the letters of skies,
While writing the stories and welcome them through
A new stage of flying which shine blue and rise.
@Simona Prilogan – October 2017
Regards from my ordinary Blue! 😘
In response to The Daily Post Photo Challenge – Windows