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 ...
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
On Our Cloud bove
Sings>Let me pull you near,
whisper in your ear,
sweet words of love,
on our cloud above.
Let me hold you tight,
kiss you good night,
feel your heart beat,
treasuring this treat.
Let me pull you near,
whisper in your ear,
sweet words of love
on our cloud above.
Let me dance with you,
make a dream come true,
fall asleep in your arms
away from any harm.
Let me pull you near,
whisper in your ear,
sweet words of love
on our cloud above.
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Rearrange the words that make you mine, interchange the day and the time, create a new memory where you are here with me and never let it fade away, lets write it into eternity.
Write the words across the blue, in memory of love and the special moments shared from day one . Save them for you and I as a reminder of two and how we danced in the heavens blue.
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