Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Whispers of love

I have come to accept that all is as it should be,
 as the heart softens it quiets the soul. 
If you trace from where each tear falls,
it leads directly to the heart.
I am the moment, just as the wind dances in the hollow,
 so does the love dance in my heart

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