Speaking your truth

Courage

Out there of the dreams, near at the edge
Of daily routine, feeding the pledge,
Tearing behind the smiling curtain,
Sweating details to get them certain.

Fearing conflicts on culture’s belief,
Hiding yourself from freedom relief. 
Out there of the dreams, look at the light
How goes through the shade, spotting on right. 

Finding the ways while facts spark your flame,
Being yourself with courage, no shame
For feeling the faith through your inner peace.
Speaking your truth, love gets to release. 

@Simona Prilogan, 13/01/2018, Nottingham

Calmness

Right cosy ways

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Don’t ever wail over the lies,
Stars spark on nights brightening skies.
Hearts always find right cosy ways
Getting the truth, daring to raise.

@Simona Prilogan, 11/01/2018, Nottingham

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Let’s write our stories

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Let’s write our stories together
While snowflakes are dancing in sky
And fairies are catching on fly
The marvel to keep it forever. 

Let’s write our stories together
While kissing the earth calls the right
To spark its candor till the light
Embraces all the souls in cold weather.

Let’s write our stories and share them
With Winter’s eyes catching the blue
While striving for dreams to come true
And picturing delight till the hem.

@Simona Prilogan, 06/01/2018, Nottingham

Winter

I’m dreaming

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An elegant sight I’m dreaming and might
The colors of day will bring it to light.
With shadows to play in mirrors away
The magical eyes do marvel the way.

A spot to create I’m dreaming and wait
To catch silver moons while sparking so great.
To paint all the dawns with joy and with peace
And craft shields of nights into masterpiece.

I’m dreaming to light my darkness to bright,
To tear fears apart till get morning right.

@Simona Prilogan,  1/01/2018, Nottingham

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Where Eternity Never Stops

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Wishes are too beautiful when the clock is right.
Wishes can get weird when it’s needed to stand in a fight.

The beautiful ones are those when we wish the world to be a floral bed, and we like to reach the stars.
The weird ones are those when we get tired of materialism and we wish to hide our scars.

We dream about so many things that come in our way to stop, some push us up a little high to the sky.
Then we wish an angel to ask us “what’s the wish of your heart” so that we can fly.

I would then wish to be sent to the destiny where the reality matters more and the infinity is in grasp.
My wish would to be to walk a long way, up and down the hills where the eternity never stops.

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White

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The roses taught me how could beauty
In orange sky of Summer dive.
The Sun when dancing through green places
All blue the dreams keep me alive.
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While indigo makes cool my way
I’ve burnt the hope in purple pieces.
From all I took the sense of day
To lead the Light to my soul wishes.
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And if the world could be one hour
Only a color in my sight,
Would be The White, would be The Power
Of One, or Light, or Good, or Right.
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