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It’s raining pure bliss, my beloved,
From the heavens to earth. Cheerful clouds,
Are singing the hymns on highlands
Retelling their sagas with joy.
The woodlands are moving through me
Penning their letters of love,
Calming my storms, setting free
The hope through the sunsets, above.
It’s raining pure bliss, my beloved,
From heaven to earth with true grace.
Let’s waltz in the woods once again
Amazed by their triumphant pace.
© Simona Prilogan, 5/09/2025, Scotland
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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