Hug me

Hug

Hug me while cold nights surround
And doubts are the dinner for us,
Apart on the stories rebound
Of what we were striving to pass. 

Hug me while hours flow hard
Still answering questions in mind
Yet rays of the light might regard
All ours emotions behind. 

Hug me while snowing the tales
Through winters and marvel array
Will write other stories’ detailes
Which spark our love on the way. 

Hug me and nights turn on gleam
With moon smiling over the sky,
With dawns which are catching the dream
Of having each other through fly.

@Simona Prilogan, 21/01/2018, Nottingham

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I sit at the edge

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I sit at the edge of the dark
Where fears are heading eyes up
And wildness is swilling its cup
Yet gathering despair to mark
Empires of sadness and tears.
I sit at the edge of their bark.

I sit at the marge of the dark
Where magic of night covers sky
With beautiful stars, charming spark
And music of angels grows high
While dancing with light through the fears.
I sit at their edge stopping tears.

The shadows embrace me with love
Through darkness the stars glow so bright.
I sit and their silvered dove
Hope brings on my heart, faith and light.

@Simona Prilogan, 08/01/2018, Nottingham

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Snowing the tales

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Snowing the tales – January,
Wrapped in my dreams kindling bliss
From all the sky and promise
Glowing the majestic fairy.

Snowing the sagas while whispers
Wind over time and my thoughts.
Nothing undone, gaining lots
Of beautiful stars on my winter.

Snowing the hope over mind,
Mornings are playing with light.
Faith steps serene through the night
Welcoming peace fervid, kind.

Snowing the tales – January
Letting the magic to be…

@Simona Prilogan, 1/01/2018, Nottingham

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Buffing the soul

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Desire for trust 
while life is a must
And days roll on grey
ideas to sky.
When soul is expecting
the yearning to fly
I’m catching the eye
of hope-butterfly.

I’m painting my hall 
while buffing the soul.
Just wisdom and peace. 
Great love to increase
And never to cry.

@Simona Prilogan, 31/12/2017, Nottingham

 

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Peculiar

Winter

 

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

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Stay for a While

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Looking out from my window, I glanced at the sky
Then I thought what makes these moments quick to fly.

I wished I could pause the spring’s scent and summer’s sunshine
If the miracle would happen, every particle would be fine.

Suddenly a little ray of sunshine sneaked in through my window
Smiled to me and said “let me shine”.

The magical glimpses of nature’s beauty was at it’s peak
Trees were like brides wearing colorful leaves, beautiful and shy.

As beautiful as the spring roses, summer’s dew and winter’s snow
I asked the autumn, “could you please stay for a while?”

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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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The square of my time

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I’m walking embraced by thoughts
Which call all the light through the sky.
I’m praying behind of my nights
When nothing goes on in my try.
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I’m writing long letters to God
To bring piece of light on my heart.
While walking embracing the mind
Alone on the square of my time.
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Still knocking to doors with no answer
It’s getting too cold on my way.
While Winter became a wild dancer
I’m waiting for Light on my pray.
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Delusion

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While running back to the olden times
imagining the intervals when
you went away for a while,
there was a sea
of your thoughts on my barren heart.
The cruel tides
were pushing the walls.
The memories were dark
and congested like dark clouds.

I prayed for the fog,
so I can expect
some rain droplets
of comfort from the sky.
But those clouds turn to be
wrathful with severe wind.
I misconceived
the lightning with light.

That all brought to me
the thunder storm.
I begged for the shelter
but I didn’t find.

I waited for a moment
in a delusional state
and found myself
on a different star.

I heard my delusion
whispering in my ear:
“You have found
Peace, serenity and comfort.”

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