Doors

Doors

Knocking on doors with no answers
Pounding on hatches of thoughts;
Wind blowing hard over chances
While sitting here pointing dots. 

Knocking to gates of the years,
Passing the worries through days
Still looking light over fears,
Masking the tears on the ways. 

Doors may rephrase yet the meaning
Minding the reasons behind. 
Not every slot catches on screening
Although some turnings could blind. 

Waiting my answers still knocking, 
Mine could delay for a while 
Till up the time beats its clocking 
Meanings to point on its file. 

Knocking on doors but my answers
Could be just here, next to me. 

@Simona Prilogan, 24/01/2018, Nottingham 

 

Right cosy ways

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Don’t ever wail over the lies,
Stars spark on nights brightening skies.
Hearts always find right cosy ways
Getting the truth, daring to raise.

@Simona Prilogan, 11/01/2018, Nottingham

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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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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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