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.
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Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Monday, December 06, 2010
One Moment Frozen in Time
So quaint the gesture,
so gentle the touch,
the breath of an angel,
from a heart filled with
love.
The crossing of rivers,
through mountains high,
to journey the heavens
to be by your side.
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