Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, August 22, 2021

Time

 Nothing documents life like the seasons

as one prepares to come and another to go, 

no calendar is ever needed to remind us

as the weather seems to always let us know. 


I find it all to be a bit melancholy

as I don't enjoy those goodbyes,

nothing seems to last forever

as everything passes with time.


Each injury to the heart 

leaves a scar I can't deny, 

but it's true we become stronger

through the soul and the mind.


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