Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Whispers of Rhyme

I can wait on tomorrow
if tomorrow you are mine,
I can feel the happiness
through whispers of rhyme.

I can appreciate the wind
gentle against my cheek,
touch of happiness awakens
like the first day of spring.

I can hear the  music
and the song of joy,
when I sense your love
the dreams are employed.

I can dance on clouds
as long as you are with me,
in a lifetime sweet embrace
of magical memories.

I can wait on tomorrow
if tomorrow you are mine,
I can feel the happiness
through whispers of rhyme.

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