Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, January 13, 2020

Imprint


The imprint left upon the earth,
two souls as love would have them be,
the union angelic, simple and pure
gives everyday the feeling of spring.

The rose that buds in the garden,
while the sun rises in the east
is a form of life in celebration
from this unordinary dream.


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