Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Touched!


The fragrance of a heirloom rose is beauty to the mind,
as it triggers memories of innocent childhood times.
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My escape into the woodlands to watch the wild birds fly and listen
to the bullfrog where on the lilipad he lies.
Natures acceptance a unity of one,
where all the trials of life can simply be undone.
The beauty surrounding cradles at its best,
rocking the soul... weary from the test.
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Shhh... the tear for mankind weeps for those who cannot see beyond greed
or hear the song of joy from the birth of a newborn child and have yet to allow love into their hearts and feel the miracle of life in the wind.
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One memory dipped in gold and polished to perfection is
the treasure that continues to bring a smile on the grayest of days!
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Touch!
When the heart and soul entwine to feel your
magic and without question calms the mind.
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