Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, March 22, 2019

Soul

The water mirrored a mountain and
the wind whispered through the trees,
as I quickly moved on forward
a shadow of heartache followed me.

Filed accordingly to the years gone by
I stopped on the chapter of you and I,
the blanket of calm draped my soul
as the warmth of your love took a hold.

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