Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, October 05, 2008

and the blue bird sings his song...

The autumn chill reminds, a season is here and gone, and another awaits the challenge, to see where we belong. Deceiving sun light shines, brightly in the dawn, rays of warmth coyly reflect and the blue bird sings his song.

Filing my emotions, trying to rearrange and bring some organization to the memories I've gained. A few distant, note a time, when everything seemed so simple and messed less with my mind.

My hands began to shiver, cold as ice, but the thought of you warmed my soul with such delight. Love so wonderful, the mystic of life brought you to me and it feel so awfully right.

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