Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, October 03, 2008


Instrumental are the words, heart and soul the elements of life,
each combination sets free, unleashed by memory, the fire
that burns deep within me.

I can’t explain all the mysteries of life, like a puzzle which early
on sheds very little light, the story still untold as the pages one
by one unfold of the love you brought to life.

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