Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, April 03, 2022

Goodbye

 There is a depth to the moment

one so far and unreachable, 

like stars in the heavens 

that you see and cannot touch.


Drowning in tears 

in a river of sorrow, 

whispers of goodbye 

as I stand here all alone. 


There is a depth to the moment

one so far and unreachable, 

like stars in the heavens 

that you can see and cannot touch.



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