I stopped today at corner’s thoughts
Just glance to give, then followed plan
Routinely, with not much Sun
To light my lining’s soul; just spots
Through shadows, phobias and dots.
I find myself in question slots…
From where I’m coming every dawn,
Yet where to run on daily base
When colours smile to skies with grace
And birds are dancing their run-on.
From yesterdays the past foregone
Just makes up mind to border on.
I paused again at corner’s mind…
The brace of views embraces my doubt.
From darkness, nothing just brings-out
What everything could mean in kind.
The question marks are to unblind
What prejudices left behind.
© Simona Prilogan
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