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    Would You Be My Valentine?

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    Simona Prilogan

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    February is writing down memories of Mother Earth,
    Covering the horizon with the snowiest fairy tales,
    Bright and calm, the splendid moon sings to sun hymns of rebirth,
    Yearning warmth, peace and sweetness, crafting hope through love’s details.
    In the mornings, northeast winds whisper tunes from hazy skies
    Caressing the bare ash trees: Would you be my Valentine?

    From ether, the psalms of joy bring the heaven close to heart,
    Whitening the barren past through the miracles of times.
    Turning frozen winters up into glorious spring art
    Snowdrops smile, cheerful and bright, listening to robins’ rhymes.
    Great grey shrikes are chirping songs in the quest of love skyline.
    Candid days are asking nights: Would you be my Valentine?

    Fieldfares, finches, cardinals are embracing with their wings,
    Seeds of hope in barren stems, penning beauty under skies.
    Carrying notes from the ninth cloud with the harmony’s bright strings,
    Great crested grebes’ excitement moves are enchanting passion’s eyes.
    From my frosty winter’s tale, thoughts are crossing, bare, love’s line,
    Whispering to you my pitch: Would you be my Valentine?

    © Simona Prilogan, London

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    Hello,

    I’m Simona

    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.

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