Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

From The Cloud to Your Arms

Falling, falling, falling,
catch me if you can,
from the clouds upon
the heavens to where
it once began.

Like sunshine which
warms the Autumn day,
your love warms my soul
in its very own way.

Falling, falling, falling,
catch me if you can,
from the clouds upon
the heavens to where
it once began.

United by the heavens
and all the stars in the sky,
you are just a thought away
for in my heart you reside.



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