Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Bitter Cold

 It's easy to hate the moment 

to allow the bitter cold in, 

but I had to think about you

and how our love first began.


The need for your sunshine

to warm my very day, 

comes with this feeling

that finds me standing 

in the rain.

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