Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

and I whispered of our love...

It could have been the mountains that gave away to despair, a separation of the physical to distance you from here. It might have been the river or possibly the sea, but more than likely it was the devil who tried to intervene.

Love struck words beneath my pillow lay, permeate my soul with an infusion of your magic in an everlasting way. Tickling my imagination, creating dreams of love and when I opened up my eyes I was in the clouds above.

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