Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, November 14, 2022

Eternity

 It's a song yet to be sung

unwritten words of love

from the day you said hello

I felt that joy in me grow.


Somethings can't be explained

like rain on a sunny day, 

but this much I do know 

I can't or won't let you go. 


I find a certain amount of peace

just holding on to your memory, 

the bonded visual of two 

from the day I met you. 


Somethings come and go

through acceptance I do know

that you have become a part of me

and that is a glimpse of eternity.




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