Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, March 01, 2024

Through the Words

 Through the words I ran away, 

left behind the dark of day, 

to the clouds passing by 

escaping the hands of time. 


Releasing the evil reign

where it no longer stays, 

setting free and letting go,

the mind no longer the game. 


Weep not heart of sorrow past, 

he who stands begins to laugh, 

like chalk written on the wall

erasing it one and for all. 



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