Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, January 09, 2020

Sweet Love










Imagine the season
where skies are blue
and the sun is shining
with wild flowers in bloom.

It brings a warmth
that comforts the heart,
like your sweet love
has done from the start.

Place your hand in the air
and find me reaching back
we have taken down the barriers
and the miles can't put them
back.

It's not mumble jumble
nor angels in song
the whispers of love
were from the soul all along.

You might not understand,
once more I'll explain,
the love in my heart
to you belongs.

Imagine the season
where skies are blue 
and the sun is shining
with wild flowers in bloom.




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