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 ...
Monday, May 28, 2012
Love
So many hills and mountains high,
so many miles between you and I.
The rivers current moving slow,
with a message of love to you it
will flow.
I watched as the sun began to set
and again as the moon looked on
at the west. The stars both near
and far bridge our love via the
heart.
My dreams are many, my story
not new, as I fell in love my
darling with you. You took my
hand and held close my heart
removing the barriers that
keep us apart.
~
Sings >It's another day of rain,
with each fallen drop
a memory came.
I smiled and giggled as
I thought of you and
all that love can do.
It's another day of rain,
with each fallen drop
a memory came.
I left the cold and dark
behind, only letting in
the warm sun shine.
It's another day of rain,
with each fallen drop
a memory came.
My eyes twinkled and
my feet began danced,
as I thought about our
cloud dance.
I'ts another day of rain,
with each fallen drop
a memory came.
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