Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, March 17, 2007

We are Making it...


It's not only the blue birds that await the
songs of spring, holding your hand
turns nightmares into dreams.

The winters a little longer, the path
a little gray, but as long as your
beside me, I know we'll find
our way.

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