Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, February 15, 2014


Brass horses join in three,
reveal the image of memory,
broken hearts, troubled souls,
lost love in days of old.

Skies of gray, passing storms,
unleash the sorrow still in store,
felt it, held it let it go and melts
the heart like summer snow.

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