Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, December 06, 2020

Snow Falls

There is no magic to the moment

nor warmth to the sunshine, 

without you here beside me 

my heart is cold like that of 

winter time. 


The snow has fallen 

and drapes the hills in white, 

like a blanket over the dreams 

they are no longer bring the 

memories to life. 




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