Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, October 08, 2019

smile

When you're running
and your feet are standing still,
close your eyes and dream
and I'll soon be there.

Feel it in your heart,
let your soul free,
and meet me on the clouds
where lover's dream.















Give it to the Lord, 
let him carry it awhile,
I don't need the heavy
I'll settle for your smile.

Heaven between us 
we're just a dream away
so I close my eyes once more
like I do every other day.

Give it to the Lord, 
let him carry it awhile,
I don't need the heavy
I'll settle for your smile.



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