Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Sings ...Fingers to my lips

Fingers to my lips
to the wind may it blow,
the sweetness of a kiss
to your heart set aglow.

The stars seem to part
to distance with the night,
but I know different
you're like the sun shining
bright.

Fingers to my lips
to the wind may it blow,
the sweetness of a kiss
to your heart set aglow.

Rain drops from the sky
like love upon the soul,
each drop a story holds
like a weave of gold.

 Fingers to my lips
to the wind may it blow,
the sweetness of a kiss
to your heart set aglow




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