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 ...
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
For what it is...
The flames burning cannot be controlled,
ruling my heart your love took a hold.
The world is cold and I shiver at the thought,
of a life without you in it and the lonely walk.