Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Rhyme

 Where are you? Where are you? 

I looked but can't find, the 

rivers between us and the 

mountains divide.


I looked to the heavens

to the moon and stars above, 

trying to capture and hold 

on to our love. 


Morning filled darkness

and ache from inside, 

constant reminders 

of you and I.


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