Pursuing the dreams

Blue dream

It’s not lost on me the moment I saw
With my dreaming eyes the steps to the lust
For shadowing hope, while vision may draw
With magic of colors the wish on the trust.

Pursuing the marvel, holding the light
Which flames on the nights and wandering days
I’ve crossed the years still looking for sight
Of wisdom’s deep meaning gracing the ways.

For days which are coming with new special dawns
I’m speaking my heart just upon the love.
I’m praying on ways for grace, while icons
Of truth and of wisdom are raising above.  

@Simona Prilogan, 14/01/2018, Nottingham

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My Dear October

My Dear October, you will be full of Dreams

which spark on the nights through mirth of the angels.

With joy and with hope I’m dancing the waltz 

of leaving and getting the treasures of times.  

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My Dear October, you will make up my ons

while nostalgic embrace my  memories back

but tying the tales through your foggy dawns 

and eyes of surrender are catching your snaps.

 

My Dear October, you will be full of hope

and joy, while my waltz could become so much sober

Through colors and music I’m catching the rope

while dear to me will remain, my October. 

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