Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, December 28, 2012

Imagine

Imagine this bench,
it's under a tree and
the sun is shining
and there is a warm
breeze.

You're there beside me,
our lips meet with a kiss
and your arms around me
embrace with share bliss.

Imagine this bench,
it's under a tree and
the sun is shining and
there is a warm
breeze.

Our hands locked one
on one and the closer
you are the more I
feel your love.

Imagine this bench,
it's under a tree and
the sun is shining and
there is a warm
breeze.

Surreal the image,
like an artist's display,
creating forever in
a beautiful way.

Imagine this bench,
it's under a tree and
the sun is shining and
there is a warm
breeze.

Angels are calling
to make a dream
come true, casting
the lead to you.

Imagine this bench,
its under a tree and
the sun is shining and
there is a warm
breeze.

So blue the sky
and the birds sing,
in celebration of
the love you bring.

Imagine this bench,
it's under a tree and
the sun is shining
and there is a warm
breeze.

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