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 ...
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I saw it in the mountains,
it appeared down by the stream,
on a summer day through fall,
winter and spring.
I saw it in the blue skies,
in a rose yet to bloom,
in the rays of the sun
I saw the love of you.
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