Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, March 20, 2023

Spring

 I took the first of a Spring walk,

wasn't the same without our talk,

I'd trade it all to hear one hello

I'd make sure I wouldn't let you go.


The sky above just didn't have that hue,

the kind of blue that says " I love you"

times a chasing and I can't get away 

 from the years of our yesterdays. 







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