Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, July 15, 2022

Yesterday

 Tea party set upon a box 

 dirt floor and feet without socks,

childhood of yesterday 

with her dolly sits and plays. 


Goodbye to all 

didn't know the rain would fall, 

a story comes to an end

memories on the mend.


In his arms as he sang

haunting to this very day, 

an image I hold dear

with the heavens I share.







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