Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Morning Moon

 It was the fragrance sweet

that ignited the memories,

a time where we were one

and united by our love. 


I gazed up at the sky to see 

the morning moon above,

the days are all but gone 

and still remains our love.


Tears most certainly fall

at the thought we had it all, 

I face what tomorrow brings

in a world based on dreams


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