Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Memory Game

Periwinkle is the night sky,
darkened without a cloud in sight.
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Images of you and I, were playing
tricks with my mind.
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Silence controlled the hour and still
I could hear the flames of a roaring fire.
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Deep down in my soul, you anchored
firmly with a life long hold.
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Perwinkle is the night sky,
darkened without a cloud in sight.
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Happiness and sadness played on
a starless night of a summer day.
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Dreams of the heart and soul were made,
out of magical moments and the love you gave.
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