Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

New Day

There is a mountain so high

and I  can't see the sky, 

can't see the stars or 

the clouds passing by. 


Surrounded by darkness

the heaviness weighs,

as I look for tomorrow

to start a new day. 


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