Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, September 21, 2024

Heart Song

 The song played mellow

the heart string it pulls, 

a reminder of the sorrow

and the void it instills.


The full moon rises 

taking its place up in the sky,

documented journeys 

and the reason I still cry.


Can't change yesterday

those chapters are long gone,

can only write tomorrow

into this foolish heart song.




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