Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, March 15, 2009

You Are MIne

 The first smile, and a new dream, 
on a day that makes life worth while. 
This is the smile, in the hollow shines, 
from you my friend for all of time.
A tear fell and you wiped away,
you left no trace of heartache. 

I begged the wind, to blow your way
and to you a kiss that will never fade.
The sun rays a tad bit shy, behind the 
clouds knows you are mine. 


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