Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, November 20, 2020

Without Song

 If you make no promise,

no promise will you break

and no heart will be shattered

by stormy clouds of gray. 


Stories of sorrow

written by the heart, 

tells of a fairytale 

and a broken spell.


No tears to weep

for yesterday is gone

and no song to sing 

for the heart is without 

song. 



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