Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, February 17, 2023

Adieu

 The Willow is weak,

and the oak tree falls 

but I still have memories

of it all. 


Like the rain on a sunny day

creates a rainbow to fade, 

skies no longer blue 

secretly whisper adieu.







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