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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Remember me

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“Remember me while birds don’t  fly
And darkness is touching the heart
With wings which are covering sky.
Just night and its shadows to act.

Remember me while things get wrong
And deeper the sadness may thrust,
When whispers are singing their song
Apart on the cheerlessness dust.

Remember me closing your eyes
And see with your heart over edge.
I’m here setting fires on skies
To spark all the wishes and pledge.

Remember me feeling the dream!”
The Hope whispers calmness and peace
Embracing my thoughts with its mean
And lightening life to release.

@Simona Prilogan, 09/01/2018, Nottingham

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Windows to the Blue 

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 

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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