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, May 27, 2008
When night comes....
...to inflict pain on you,
would be to separate our souls and that is impossible.
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When night comes... it is your arms that embrace the darkness to pull me ever so close
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