Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, August 14, 2017

Angel


Speak of Angels
I have my own,
watching over like
ducks in a row.

It's not magic
no trick to play,
my heart was yours
from the first day.

Bonding of souls
is a little bit cliche
but that is what happened
in a factual way.

Distance faded
no heavens to part
because you are here
right deep in my heart.




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