Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, April 02, 2020

Heart

There is no clouds in the sky
as I see it through my eyes,
its gets bluer with time
when you are by myside.

There is song to be sung
I woke up to your love,
smiling at the start
as I felt you in my heart.



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