Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire.
The opposite of to live is to ...
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Lilacs
Lilacs Those tiny cluster of flowers a lifetime do they hold , their fragrance enraptures beyond the surface to waken the very soul. My eyes widen and laughter did I hear as depleted was the sadness, the heart had persevered.
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