Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, July 11, 2019

whispers of sweet

There is no song without you,
no sunshine bright in my day,
even the summer blue skies
take on a shade of gray.

I lay here dreaming,
wishing and believing 
that tomorrow I'll find you
here in my arms.

There is no song without you, 
no sunshine bright in my day, 
even the summer blue skies 
take on a shade of gray.

Reaching for your hand
holding on to your heart,
whispers of sweet love
travel from afar.


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