Since time compressed its game awaywith aiming bubbles everyday,my thoughts depend on coffee play,bicycle running like through day,ideas’ table could essaythrough older me, childhood’s portray.
We used to smile at dawns,at evenings we called moonto join us in a waltzof joy playing its tune.We used to call it lovewith firestorms
The gleams from the skies,comforting my eyes, the whispers of leavesechoing wood’s eaves,songs’ rivers around,homely sound. © Simona Prilogan, 01/09/2019, Nottingham Image of Peter H from Pixabay
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