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.
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Sunday, July 29, 2007
I Could See
Sings> The walls of brick parted and a vision I could see, in the waters reflection, you were standing next to me. I reached on over to kiss and feel your warmth in me and like the sun setting, you disappeared behind the trees.
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