Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Just a moment in Time

 We are made of songs 

and made of dreams 

and what we leave is 

clearly memories. 


My heart has felt the love

and than again it cried, 

the void that is left inside

still toys with my mind. 


I felt a certain ache

as I turn the page, 

the pen was always there

in a chapter we both shared.







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