Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Hold My Hand

 Holding hands 

strolling by the seashore 

kisses sweet that is 

what dreams are for. 


Moon lit path

nothing else matters,

love is here 

that's all we're after.


Stop and stare

gazing into your eyes,

goosebumps follow

under starlit skies.


Magic in the air 

thinking of the love we share,

brings together two souls

in a everlasting hold. 


 Holding hands 

strolling by the seashore 

kisses sweet that is 

what dreams are for. 



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