Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Spring

Wild daisies dot the field
trees in green standing still,
the fish moving down stream
as the frog on shore sits and sings.

Tears a story tell of our
yesterdays we say farewell,
today we once more celebrate
as spring documents another
day.

Heart to heart a song we sing
words of love from you to me,
like the sun that warms the sky
your love warms me from inside.

Wild daises dot the field
trees in green standing still,
the fish moving down stream
as the frog on shore sits and sings.



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