Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Touch....

Blossoms of spring viewed at the start of winter, reflects an internal faith. Each day the petals swirl, showering down from the heavens in a glorious display. He who cast rays of sun into the heart of another shall feel the warmth returned. Emotions churning, thicken like butter allowing the cream to surface.... the sweetness of love seen in the glint of the eye is a glimpse of the soul.
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Touch, Feel, happiness, contentment..
the once hidden smiles released from
within races to your side..
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The image hasn't faded it has become more clearer.....
forever and ever.
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Tears of Joy
Dry thy tears not from thy face, but from thy soul. I am home....... and your embrace is of utmost comfort.

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