What kind of tearsdo the wishes face?Lonely through my spacewalk away from fears. Dancing with the Faith,singing to the Moon,smiling always soonto the Morning mate.
I’m craving my blessings on marble’s journal for self to rejoice when dusting awaythe wounds over fears, while crushing betray,echoing its life eternal. © Simona Prilogan,
It’s raining music from the skies, From blue it’s pouring warm rejoice. The tenderness is sprinkling voice Of wander colouring the eyes. It’s raining love behind the fall When
Seeking sunlight, she searched squashy sentences,Separating smoothly several sessions.Synergy signed sensitively some serious shows.So, she said shadowing shutter:Sometimes society slams soft souls.Since sincerity sounds so
She didn’t want to die… Those mornings with pain Were painting the yearning corridors Up to the memories hillsWhere friends gathered the life’s symphony Playing guitars and dancing with
In its own way, every childhood is special and beautiful, no mater the living place. Children are definitely so amazing, as they have something that