by Simona Prilogan There are Octobers in my dreams,Penning the tales on fallen leaves,Singing the tune with angels’ psalms,Rejoicing peace through Autumn’s fall.When mornings paint the heaven’s arms,There are Octobers in my soul. There are rich colours in my thoughts,Drawing fresh hopes at daylight’s gates,Pinning pure joy in magic knotsAs golden sun life celebrates.When earth turns… Leer más There are Octobers
