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Seeking sunlight, she searched squashy sentences,
Separating smoothly several sessions.
Synergy signed sensitively some serious shows.
So, she said shadowing shutter:
Sometimes society slams soft souls.
Since sincerity sounds so shy
Somebody should size significant sites.
Somewhere silence shuts strong songs. 
She smiles sadly: Seemingly selfish 
Snakes secretly stifle spirits.

@Simona Prilogan, 06/02/2018, Nottingham

Me time

… it’s windy…

Blue dream

… it’s windy and I will make a nice excuse: Today it’s without hats…Today it’s all about feeling free.
Mixing bouquets of ideas in my whole universe… But it’s the clock of reality that sounds so cruel in the cold morning and reminds me that I must catch the bus in time for handover.

… now when I was just modeling beautiful dreams… I have washed my sleepy eyes with the water of life and run away in the field hoping that dreams will carry on their line… and through medication charts I find myself telling bright words and catching for some moments the beauty of a soul; flaming the joy of it. It’s the most beautiful gift today, the spark of a dream which seems is returning to life, and the smile of a troubled soul who speaks unwanted words. An entire world stretches between our moments. People and souls. Smile with tears. Pain and joy… A life beyond limits and prejudices.
The stories are many, and always sad, they often sneak up a humorous light, that gaunt haze that breaks out like a hot lava from the deep meaning of existence. Support that balances the infiltration of reality… We always talk about desires. About these for today. About the future. The universe is moved by will. To want. To hope. To be…

… The crying eyes of the mother who still hopes for a painless day for her baby.

… The young man who assures his wife that he will be home shortly… And the tear thirsts her with the warmth of the words spoken so kindly… while his the body is affected by metastasis…

… there is plenty of life’s will around, with tears and joy… Tales weighed in time. With memories that peculiar hours have made them more and more full of charm.

… it’s windy today… and silence squeezes through smiles and dreams. And the flight of wind is still in the world of imagination, where all the pains end and happiness dances on the golden bulbs of hope…

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With one smile you can kiss a soul

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Little boy found hard to cope it
All the struggle strangled his dream.
Looking forward to a mean
To embrace his thoughts to zenith.

Thinking more and more about
A deporting soul from life
May comfort his dusky strife
With the light which fires out.

Dawn just coming to rephrase
Other day with others plans
Other dreams may rise and hands
Are all crossing on the ways.

Little boy just looking down
While his blue just got no light,
Coldness claws his soul and night
Is still snatching hope and drown.

Life still sings its song but sad
On his heart while stepping doors
Fighting bad, denying wars
While the light can’t reach the add.

But that dawn just shifted the owl
Which staled the dreams and while
A girl glanced at him with smiles
Brought him back from thousands miles
To the peace and light comfort.
Just few smiles saved all his life.
With one smile you can kiss a soul.

@Simona Prilogan, 05/01/2018, Nottingham

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Green Tea – My mean

 

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Greetings coming from its point,
Raising smiles over the time,
Eager plays under the rhymes.
Energy sparks every joint,
Naturally gets sublime.

Tea might run in cup of heart
Early mornings to outpoint
Algorithms which play the card.

Me and cup of tea, my green.
Days becoming kind to mean.

My only solace

My only solace are my tales
That wind brought to me in my dreams.
It drew pretty smiles on my face
And dug it so deep through the means.
My only solace are my tales
Which call me to reach on the night
The beauty of stars, the rhythm of the dance
Of angels while singing behind of the sight.
My only solace are my tales
That asked me embracing the light.
While faith overcoming the power of fake
Regard me on mornings and hug me so tight.
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