Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, March 17, 2026

March

 My love is distant by the sea, yet ever close he is to me. Weeping tears,the broken heart fade by day ,less we part. 

This fickled month takes control as rain and snow has a hold. Thoughts of you take the reign and bring the warmth of a sun lit day.


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