Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, August 28, 2022

Fantasy or two

 The sun goes down and

no one can be found,

the stars now shine

and I imagine you are 

mine. 


Can it change 

the possibilities remain,

when I think of you 

and what our love can

do. 


Call it wishful thoughts

ones that can't be stopped,

blue skies are all I have 

with those dreams of you. 



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