Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Each Breath..

Hello morning dove,
how are you ?
Outside my window
she responded with a coo.

The sun has risen
and the skies are blue,
as I drift to happiness
it's always with you.

Hello morning dove,
how are you?
Outside my window
she responded with a coo.

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There is no doubt I love music, from folk music to soft jazz, oldies to blues. One friend of the family Tom, liked sitting by the bond fire and singing his Irish songs. The children would delight in his merry way of reaching out and spreading a little happiness. Up beat and sweet with song the Irish melody comes to mind.

Sings >Flowers in the garden,
butterflies are there too
as I stumbled on a dream
and landed beside you.

My first thought each morn
as I carry you through the day
and I keep you in my heart so
you'll be each breath I take.

Flowers in the garden
butterflies are there too,
as I stumbled on a dream
and landed beside you.

I feel so amazing with the
tenderness of your touch,
locked in your embrace
I love you so very much.

Flowers in the garden,
butterflies are there too,
as I stumbled on a dream
and landed next to you.







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