The Soul
I hear the whisper
of the things
my soul has to say
in this colorless silence.
To live . . .
To create beauty
in my difficulties
and understand myself . . .
To slowly give strength
to my melody . . .
To spread caresses
without measuring
sincere embraces,
To gently deal
with the uncertainties,
To share searches
and good intentions.
To take in with love
the unexpected,
To see the truthful
with my own eyes,
either open or closed,
To be sure
of my own steps.
To listen to my heart
To truly live
with no ilusions . . .
Sunny Lora
2007
A Little Star
A newborn
little and beautiful star
shines in the sky.
Very slowly,
coming from the horizon,
- - in her shy way of being,
she asks the Moon
To leave the place
she belongs
among so many
other planets
to search for a new
and safe home.
Her wish is only
To increase her light
And find a pair
to hold her white hands.
Dreaming to be happy
Little star searches also hope,
However, as a child
Wants to keep living . . .
She promises the Moon
To visit Her, once a while . . .
By now, it's here,
in this new place,
Her soul and light want to stay.
( Sonia Rita Sancio Lora - Sunny)
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Love, Just Love
Sonia Rita Sancio Lora (Sunny)
A piece of paper,
either white or colorful,
a pebble,
a road in life,
pen, pencil, chalk,
something that'd bring up
mixed letters
of so many thoughts
coming up slowly or quickly,
inspired or not
forming words
whatever they may be
of real dreams
be they dearly kept
or discarded . . .
Verses written in
sleepless nights
well made or not
with rhymes of not
read and appreciated
or not
verses speaking
of goodbyes
or love, or kisses
given or not,
of peace and war.
Verses
that give joy
or silent sadness,
lucidity or madness,
that embrace the cold
of absences
or the warmth
of Love . . .
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Love, Just Love
Sonia Rita Sancio Lora (Sunny)
A piece of paper,
either white or colorful,
a pebble,
a road in life,
pen, pencil, chalk,
something that'd bring up
mixed letters
of so many thoughts
coming up slowly or quickly,
inspired or not
forming words
whatever they may be
of real dreams
be they dearly kept
or discarded . . .
Verses written in
sleepless nights
well made or not
with rhymes of not
read and appreciated
or not
verses speaking
of goodbyes
or love, or kisses
given or not,
of peace and war.
Verses
that give joy
or silent sadness,
lucidity or madness,
that embrace the cold
of absences
or the warmth
of Love . . .
Time
by Sonia Rita Sancio Lora
Time passes by so fast
And I still yearn
For your boyish smile,
Feeling your quietness,
My safe refuge,
Your goodness, your faith
Your righteous ways
Which only with you
I am able to learn.
In the sincere prayer
You utter every morning
The hours still flow
And I can see the beauty
Of your eternal youth
In your clean eyes . . .
Oh, to enter your ship
Your land
Your confidence
Your labors
Your fiber
Your joy . . .
I let the time go by.
In silence it goes on
In your sweet ways:
A wonderful melody . . .
