of their country
on his wall
one night
and he spent
his quiet hours
tracing the miles
over his mountains
and under her clouds
around his cities
and straight through
her farm fields
to the edge
of her house
and the beginnings
of his dreams
and even though
there was never
enough money
at the end of the day
his mind
would take
his emotions away
through the blues
of his nights
to the reds
of her days
priceless hours spent
in what was yesterday
and what could be
in the forever sunshine
of someday
(soon)
inspired by this prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-4
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