My very dear Winter

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My very dear Winter,
Let all the stars to shine,
Inside my  burning hummer
Through all the blackened nights.

You could recall the fire
From all the missing lines
While dancing with a flier
Behind of mirror’s  times.

On eyes of snowing, running
The wish, the step, the mind,
I paint you as  my saving
And loving angel, kind.

And even if the hours
Scream too aloud on days,
My very dear Winter,
Hug all my wildest ways.

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In response to The Daily Post – Photo Challenge, Serene

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 

Seeking my own

Empty-headed I was running
hungry to catch the morning rays,
empowering my sight and tuning
I’m on my innocence’s ways.

 

I took the hint of flowers smiles,
of shadow lights on evening hour.
I watched  the moon behind of eyes
of inner mind on darkness power.

 

I laughed while dancing  with the Sun,
I washed the tears in rain, alone.
Today more empty-handed than
Before, I’m still seeking  my own

 

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