Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Raindrops

I raced away to memories,
childhood ones at that,
feet splashing in the puddles
with raindrops on our back.

Days where nothing mattered
and nights that hell command,
summoned up the images
of some God-forsaken plan.

I raced away to memories,
childhood ones at that
hiding tears with laughter
in some heaven and earth pact.



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