Spring

Spring

It takes so long to sneak in my heart,
what an ecstasy against solitude and sour winds.
The first colors, the melody of flowers,
there isn’t agony in the sway under the rain.

And you and I, dire souls in sunset flames,
between white rock-roses and swan feathers,
we honor the rebirth of our bodies.
Together we morn the death of frost and
névé,

To savor the warmth in a bed of coals
and entrust the last rays of candled light
with our desires and the taste of kismet.

And when the rainbows lead us to
the silent woods of reminiscences, the innocence
of our fairytale will only allure Spring to this poem.

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Drinking the silence in the woods

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Summer dreams

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“Oh, the summer night has a smile of light and she sits on a sapphire throne.”
~Barry Cornwall

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 Summer dreams

My heart is made of scintillating summer,
warmth and breeze in my raven curls.
I wish for the taste of sweet immortality,
laughter and pearls on my tanned skin.

It’s summer, dazzling riot time and I smile,
how intensely hued is life now. I drift in dreams,
I am happy with the skies, turquoise butterflies,
a sip of wine and a kiss on my summer lips.

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Summer girl is going to have a short blogging break to enjoy the colors of the summer around!

I’ll be back soon!

Love& Peace …

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“Summer dreams”-/island Evia, Greece/ by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Winter’s spell

Winter’s spell

There is an ill light coming with the sunrise,
scattering bitterness over the mountains,
unwillingly setting the green on flames.
How inevitable is the agony of the sky and
the fall of the leaves reciting ballads!

A loneliness, a despair creeps out,
verifying the dismal perfume of a frozen soil,
striving to recognize the glory of the world.
The ashes of a fire place, the death of sunflowers
how they stab the innocence in every smile!

I pace, madly, crying over my squandered tranquility,
like a moon letting its brightest star depart.
I’m thinking, seduced by the spell of winter,
disabled by the empty waltz of snowflakes,
irrevocably craving the sweet kisses of summer.

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Inspired by “My Soul’s Winter” and Jamie Dedes on Musing by Moonlight.

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Winters spell by xaddictedxtragedyx on DeiantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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