Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, January 01, 2013


I took to the stream,
I sat in the snow,
remembering the days,
my memory flows.

I let it all and I gave
it a scream from the
moment I let go the
child began to sing,

I tried to comprehend
and understand,
but troubled was I
when met with demands.

No tears in front or behind
dry are my eyes inside,
stronger am I and I can't
explain except I'll never
be the same.

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