It’s snowing

 

 

Winter

It’s snowing the winter through mind
And whitening matters apart.
The whispers of wind fall behind
While light shines the bliss in my heart.

The tales are in dance to the moon
To bring magic fairies to sphere.
Yet singing with force yearning’s tune
While sunlight its sparkling may dare. 

It’s snowing with warmth over ways
Embracing the struggle with peace.
A marvellous season lights days
While shaping its white masterpiece. 

@Simona Prilogan, 10/01/2018, Nottingham

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Warm

Sparkling

Raining pouring tears and fears
Calling times in memories.
Winter cold and darkness deep
Play with light while try to keep
Sun to temperate the days.
Hope to bright with its warm rays.

Stepping mind on my way home
See the coldness walks alone
Through the vision magic place
Seeking kind smile to embrace
From the snowflakes magic dance.
Mellow smile on Winter own.

Raining just became a dance
Of the magic with snowflakes.
Radiate the light and shine
Warming souls till up the line
Of a marvel to embrace.
Smiling Sun comforts the place.

@Simona Prilogan, 05/01/2018, Nottingham

Kind

 

Snowing the tales

Snowing the tales

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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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?”

Autumn in Hunza Valley, Gilgit-Baltistan