Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, September 15, 2008

With A Different view

Same old window with a different view, the day I said hello to you. The tree's greener and the sun bright and every thing from there on felt so right.

Same old window with a different view, the day I said hello to you. Song birds singing, I love you and my heart racing to the skies of blue.

Same old window with a different view, happiness and love shines on through. The mountains faded and the stream went dry and the reflection showed the sparkle in my eyes.

Same old window with a different view, season by season with you. Hand and hand we walk, smiling friend only hearts need talk.

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