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There is a spell in silence’s glance,
A rounded calm conveying vow
From each of sunset – sunrise dance
Gracefully done beneath stars’ glow.
Untroubled time – a haven bond
Of vivid memories and dreams,
Retrieving rhymes and rhythm of God,
While tightly folding in love’s beams.
There is a spell in silence’s sight:
A blue, and glorious soft light.
© Simona Prilogan, May 2023, London
Thank you so much, Ivan, for your encouraging words!
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Hello,
One day, I tumbled from a tiny star called Dream and landed in a cup of Hope, just beyond the zone of hard work, where daily wishes meet reality.
I’ve always dreamed of visiting Antarctica, though I haven’t made it there yet! Until then, I journey through the intricate landscapes of the human body in my work at the hospital, tracking the unseen stories of cells.
When I step outside my comfort zone, you might find me on a train to Eastbourne, Matlock, or Canterbury, breathing in the fresh air and gathering inspiration. I return with pockets full of poetic ideas, though time rarely lets me write them all down.
London’s endless rainy days often set the stage for my impromptu singing performances on my way to work. I love dancing too, especially the waltz, though I’m a bit too shy to twirl in the rain.
I have a soft spot for pasta, coffee, chocolate, and a good laugh. Politics might elude me, but the human soul does not. And if there’s one thing I believe in, it’s this: Love is our strongest emotion, survival instinct, and essential need.
Dum spiro spero 
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