It scents ripe chestnutsAnd rhymes in longing’s embrace.Daydreams are smiling through whispers,Mysteriously painting their Autumn.From the north is coming downA sprightly wind singing in a
This modern deluge kneeing my dreams,twisting their blue, torturing my skies,tearing their chant and pouring grief streamstrying again to bleed yearning’s eyes.They call it free
“The laws of Nature are written in the language of mathematics.” Math is a way to describe reality and figure out how the world works,
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.
Upon the hillI drill my willpainting the time,singing through rhyme,loosing myselfin wisdom’s shelf. © Simona Prilogan 3 – 5 – 17 4 – 4 – 16
I’m writing today, deep down in my heart, A letter of thanks to my ancestors, For their sacrifice while pushing the fight Through history’s roads