Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, September 28, 2024

Deep

The hills echo the silence as the
mountains call out your name.
I feel the chill of your absence 
quivers with each passing day.

Years of standing still while running,
to escape what circumstance had chained.
Trying to make sense of this journey 
that somehow is deeply engrained. 



 


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