Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, May 26, 2025

...in Mine.

 I feel the sun shining 

through the tree's leaves

as I feel your sweet love

through the rain. 


Somethings never ever end

lasting forever and a day,

finding their place in my heart

that is where the love remains.


Waking up each morning

singing songs of love,

it brings a touch of calm 

that can end any storm. 


The sky is never bluer 

and the sun so warm and bright

as I gaze into the  stream mirror

I found you by myside.


Your hand locked in mine,

our hearts and souls entwined.

We wrote the book on love 

that now rules time. 








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