Drawing lines between the thoughts,
Puzzled in a freedom’s square,
Where the colours become words,
For the stories to be shared.
There is not a silent shade,
But a passion and a dare.
Crafting dreams from what seems gone,
Broken in a misty tale,
Twisting sorrow to fresh dawn,
With the hues from the faith’s trail,
Where the memories enfold,
Zesty sagas to be told.
Painting joy beneath the skies
Where the peace is having tea,
Dressed in love, so bright and wise,
Days are finding the new me.
Shaping art among my hands,
Deeply carving freedom’s lands.
© Simona Prilogan
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay








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