Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Monet

My first thought and last
are exactly the same
from the early morn
till the end of the day.

Sunshine and blueskies
in a monet kind of way,
flowers in bloom and
in my arms you lay.

Nothing between us
but a heart beat or two
and the love that makes
everything feel new.

My first thought and last
are exactly the same
from the early morn
till the end of the day.



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