Peculiar time tac-tic and rebound
It’s beating so hard on windows’ courage.
I see butterflies how circle surround
while dancing my will till upon the ridge.

Peculiar mind it’s stretching my sway
till lights will embrace what fear left alone.
But asking for force to shine through the way.
I see butterflies which grace shape on stone.

Peculiar thoughts just call me through nights
while snow it’s casting fairy tales till the sky,
with magic and beauty to catch all the sights.
It’s Winter, the marvel which butter me fly.


@Simona Prilogan, 27/12/2017, Nottingham