Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, April 14, 2022

I closed my eyes 

and the brook whined 

as I listened to the water

rushing over the rock. 


The moon closer to the earth 

seemed fuller than the day before,

as the beams were shining down

revealing a new night in store. 


The days have gone by 

as I've lost all track of time, 

and the rainbows of live

tell a story that makes you mine. 



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