Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Explored

 If the words fall on my ears alone 

and the wind silently stands still, 

the soul will search blindly 

to replicate the feelings of 

forevermore.


The emotions are inlayed deeply,

but no tears from these eyes will fall,

for the memories will suddenly surface 

as if they are the first time to be explored.




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