Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, January 13, 2006

My Gratitude to you....

The buildings tall shadowed on the street.
Gulls in the park looking for a treat.
The wind blowing stronger with the day.
Warm sun made winter feel like May.

Hand and hand we share what comes our way.
Unlocking the mysteries to rid the skies of grey.
Fate of yesterday had placed me in your path.
A soul cleansing as if I had a bath.

Each day holds something new,
a helping hand to see this life through.
So I give my gratitude to you.
for turning those grey skies blue.

2 comments:

John said...
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John said...

Hi,
When walking hand and hand, what else would love do?