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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… it’s windy…

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… 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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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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Snowflakes

Snowflakes

Snowflakes spark the time in magic
Nature coloring with tales,
Our Winter make fantastic
Whispers whitening details.
Fairies dance outside the rivers
Laughing at the coldness hat.
Architecting town in silvers 
Kingdom’s snow befalling great.
Eyes of wonder catch the marvel
Snowflakes dancing through the shivers.

@Simona Prilogan, 05/04/2018, Nottingham

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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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Wrapping my dreams

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I wrapped all the dreams so close to my mind
while wind blew the chances apart on the crest.
I called them to come by whispers and find
the one part of me who strive to the best.

I made up the work till grace braced the days
and wonders through nights brought stars on my sky.
With angels I’ve sung the peace to rephrace
the quarter of mine through which I could fly.

I’ve found on the ground myself looking up
to heavenly bodies and strained for the light
while shadows of grey were having their cup
apart on the tales which twirled all fight.

I wrapped all the dreams so close to my heart
while sphere is great shelter and made me its part.

 

@Simona Prilogan, 31/12/2017, Nottingham

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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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“My only solace”

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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.
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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.
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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.

 

( https://simonaprill.com/2015/02/25/my-only-solace-2/ )

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Live your beautiful life! 

While there is life, there is hope! 

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