by Simona Prilogan

I smile with force to catch the sun
Between the thoughts, to ray my path.
The sea yet tells me that the run
Is stuck in the misgivings bath.

Where angels pray to ease the pain
Of all the troubles in the world.
Where blue is looking for the rain
To wash the qualm from people’s fort.

I quietly remain to pray
To find the peace in our way.

© Simona Prilogan

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