Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, July 01, 2016

Words, Words, Words

Words, words, words
mean nothing at all,
until infused with love
and to the heavens scrawled.

The skies are a gentle read,
clouds passing in puffy white
and blue skies that reach out
from you to me.

Scripts written by the heart
rearranges the scenery
with beauty both near
and far.

Like the sun rays shining
you brighten up my day
the wind blowing sends
all my love your way.

Words, words, words,
mean noting at all,
until infused with love
and to the heavens scrawled.





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