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 ...
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
When the rivers run dry
and the moon disappears
from the night, I'll still
love you my darling and
you'll still be mine.
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