Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

In My Heart To Stay

Bartering with yesterday, I allowed a few to fade away.
The cold, hard and emptiness of the past days. Memories
new unfold, like seasons of Autumn Gold, kisses that
have a hold in my heart to stay.

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