Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, December 05, 2005

Imagination working overtime

Step into my world , take my hand and pull me close.
The song of love fills the heart, my soul now exposed.
Fragile as the finest crystal, strong as winter breeze.
If you dare to open up , I’ll promise that I’ll please.
Place a smile upon your face, each and every morn
and give to you a winter rose without any thorns.

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