Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, June 27, 2024

Wild Rose

The beauty I see in wild roses, 
the warmth of a summer day, 
creates the canvas for love
that I spend dreaming away.

Time to say good night, 
to my pillow I lay my head, 
knowing that we are one 
in this magical kind of love.




 Singing a song, 

what could go wrong,

when my heart pines 

for what I long. 


Beauty when 

I'm with you,

that is the magic 

I feel when loving you.



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