Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, June 08, 2015

The Sounds of The River

The sounds of the river
as they hit upon the rock,
the loon calling and the
boats coming into dock.

My mind traveled to the day
when you walked into my life
and it was never quite the same,

Sitting by the river
as a barge passes by,
I drifted heart and soul
once more to that special
time.

The sounds of the river
as it his upon the rock,
the loon calling and the
boats coming into dock.

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