Belief

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“Not good enough” may slash on dreams
Dragging the hope out to absurd
Of all the meaning which it seems
It’s holding back, trust to elude.

“Not good enough” may play the game 
Of wandering through dense pitch-black,
Bringing the doubts to claim on shame
While crawling grails which lost their spark. 

“Not good enough” may catch today
The eyes of passion gleaming trust,
Busting the hope, wishing convey
With confidence to magic “just”.

The shadows hold the light on spots,
It’s all up there of flame relief.
Of what the matter glows on thoughts
To the bright “Just” of the belief. 

@Simona Prilogan, 12/01/2018, 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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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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Regaining Hope

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When the dreams started getting faded with the fog of troubles
When the heart stopped singing the song of summer.

When the blossom in the gardens got attached by the storm
When the rebellious thoughts were longing for the home.

Deep down in the middle of my abandoned thoughts.
I could see the glittering of a sacred pearl.

That was the the moment when I found my soul.
Yes, that is how I regained my hope.

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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 kind of happiness

 

Nights kindle my thoughts, 

 angels send wishes to heart,

while stars are embracing them. 

Kindly the light

just sparks on my fantasy.

I’m speaking with me 

who struggles  behind of ideas,

who wanders through times

looking for the calmness. 

 

It’s peacefully here on the dreams

and  nights are becoming my shelter,

my kind of happiness. 

While angels hold  my hands

and teach me to step to the roof

where brightness

 is the queen   of  the day

and mornings are kissing the grail. 

 

They say all these times have been here,

with Winters and Springs to renew

my thoughts, my illusion, my blue

eternity through the hope.

My kind of happiness through me. 

 

( My kind of Paradise)

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Spinning around

Imagine

Behind of dreaming hour,
Ahead of cutting time,
I left to flow its river
And running into mine.

Behind of flaming smash
Ahead of thousands thoughts
I burnt out to the crash
The silence through the nights.

And still ahead of stepping
Into the future mind,
I’m wandering and spinning
Around of time, and shine.

 

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