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 ...
Friday, February 06, 2009
...under the blue of the sky
Breaking through the darkness, the hollow disappeared, as music from the mountains played softly to my ears. Spinning round in circles on the dance floor of life, I felt your warmth infuse like the kiss of the first morning light. I raced to the window, to see if you were there, as silence was befuddled of what my heart could hear. Reaching to the heavens, up to the heavens high, I dance with you my darling under the blue of the sky.
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