de Simona Prilogan We used to smile at dawns,In the evenings, we asked the moon,To join us in a waltz,Of joy playing its tune.We used to call it love,With firestorms in heart,But zest dismayed the dove,Soaring ardours above,Till found the peace apart. © Simona Prilogan https://prilogansimona.wordpress.comhttps://portal.revistatimpul.ro/ Image: https://prilogansimona.wordpress.com/







