Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, June 08, 2021

Morning

 Fields of bailed hay and 

skies of cloudless blue,

the beginning of summer

has me missing you. 


Perfection is synonymous 

with souls times two, 

that is the wonder of magic  

and my love for you. 


The tapestry of life 

is colorful in away, 

like the green of the hills

and the abundant rain. 


Memories are daily gained

sometimes through dreams

that ensure in my arms 

is where you'll stay. 








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