Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, June 10, 2019

One

The rain is falling 
raindrops to my soul, 
like your love to my heart
in a love story yet untold.

The song of the Lark
is a sweet melody,
as if it's sung for you and I
in a set of trilogies .

Each page is written 
in the heavens above 
sent down by the angels
to unite our hearts as one.

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