Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, October 17, 2020

I Never Liked Bridges

 " We'll cross that bridge when we come to it" "No bridge in sight."


Weight of A Tear

Shed in a tear and ounce of sadness for what may not be, as it rolls down my cheek it picks up memories. Beautifully uncomplicated to the seriously naïve.  It washes away the sadness and washed away the fear but can never cleanse my heart of the love I feel for you my dear. Steadily moving it makes a gentle curve, leaning towards hope and faith in just one little tear. As I catch it in my heart and hold it so very near, I realize just how heavy the weight of just one tear.


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