In the middle of the night my senses took me deep down to my soul, I was stunned to see something not neat as I
I beg at the corner of joyBreaking the mirrors of fake.I seek for the hope in outbreak,Hostage of my modish ploy. © Simona Prilogan
Today we will stay in the queuewhile embassy’s staff count on rules,while nothing just plays to the roofand brings up the hope to the blue.
Don’t ever wail over the lies,Stars spark on nights brightening skies.Hearts always find right cosy waysGetting the truth, daring to raise. @Simona Prilogan – Windows to The
… it’s windy and I will make a nice excuse: Today it’s without hats…Today it’s all about feeling free. Mixing bouquets of ideas in my
That evening dragged down my sense Up to the edge of despair, Since there was nothing to pair Flame of the hope on my glance,