Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, March 23, 2009

Sings


Once water covered, a bed of stone lay ,
whispering rocks, my love they convey.
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I could feel the magic, the love so sweet,
everlasting beyond belief.
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Busy the colors a rainbow day, to brighten
your morning in a beautiful way.
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Once water covered, a bed of stone lay,
whispering rocks, my love they convey.

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