Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, October 15, 2020

Smiling

 The hills are no longer green

 and autumn is now in charge, 

shades of gray and yellow 

can be seen both near and far.


I walked through the leaves

that had fallen to the ground,

crunching beneath my feet 

making a musical sound. 


Documenting the moments

writing each one of them down,

just incase you might forget

this angel is earthbound. 


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