Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Wingless angels can be found,
they are a rarity and yet they
 are a round.

They bring a bit of happiness,
share in a smile, the wingless
angels from the heavens down.

The most difficult thing about touching a heart, 
is the possibility that it to shall pass. 
I locked in the memory to hold for all time,
to remember the friendship that through my heart shines.

Touched my cheek , touched my hand, touched my heart.

1 comment:

Margie said...