Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Truth

In this garden the story tells
how  I fell unto your spell,
season to season we go,
each day better you must no.

The flowers document time
I just try to put it to rhyme,
I love you yes I do,
that is the title called "Truth"

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