Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Clearly

The fog slowly lifted
and I could clearly see
like the trees in the hollow
something are meant to be.

Like sunshine and blue skies
sweet laughter and joy
and the warmth of your love
that I so dearly enjoy.

~

Every moment is a poem
and every poem your love,
so as I write for all to see
I soar to the clouds above.

I take with me the happiness
and the gentleness of touch
enclosed in all the memories
that mean so very much.







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