Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Magical of Way

It’s not your memory that walks along my soul, the touch of love has the greater hold. I felt it in the morning sun, amongst the tree lit greens, sweet embrace of life brought your love to me. The scripts have all been written and our part we play, your love to mine in the most magical of way.

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