Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, September 11, 2021

Life

 I don't know just what I'm doing

when everything feels the same,

tear drops keep falling as if 

I was caught up in the rain. 


I quivered at the thought

in my arms you'd lay, 

awake in the dreams

where the darkness fades. 


There the silence breaks 

with whispers in the night, 

if only from you lips 

the words of love delight. 




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