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Poetry & Art

Each morning in the sparky meadows

Each morning in the sparky meadows,
I’ve dyed my pain with earthy green,
Rusty, cutting the old echoes,
Transcending vibes from the unseen.
Some smiles I’ve captured in the forests
Of wild unknown glinting their trees,
Twisting my inward, lasting sorrow
To scented, silky, freshly breeze.
Each dawn I’ve heard your gentle whisper
Brought by the playful northern zephyr,
Caressing my heart, my feelings’ river,
Irrational soulful depth’s treasure.
Some stories I’ve returned to sunsets,
Holding my hope, fiercely and tight,
Falling asleep in cold nights’ outlets
Dreaming of scarlet love’s insight.
© Simona Prilogan, June 2023, London
Credit photo: Pixabay
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