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.
© Simona Prilogan, Nottingham