Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, July 08, 2022

Memory

 Caught in the storms of life, 

till I reached for your hand 

and it make everything feel

so wonderful and right. 


This is my greatest escape 

to the heavens we quickly soar

in our very own magical way

loving each other day after day. 


Holding your memory 

that is what I do, 

as I close my eyes and 

visualize you.


Somethings are meant to be

that is why our paths had crossed,

like souls searching endlessly

till they bonded in what seems like

a dream.



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