Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, October 23, 2021

Curtains

The curtains are drawn

and the sun is bright, 

with a lift to the soul 

and a trigger to life. 


The heaviness is 

simply all but gone, 

as I have accepted 

the right and wrong. 


We can't change

the seasons hold,

the mountains height

the rivers pull. 


Time has passed

and it is all but gone, 

leaving behind 

a solemn song. 









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