Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, April 27, 2018

Bloom

We don't pick the time,
the place or the day,
the road we travel 
is left all up to fate. 

Like a flower in bloom
we nurture and care, 
when we least expect
the beauty appears. 

Love is worth the wait
I wouldn't have any other way,
as long as I have you and 
you have me. 


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