Contentment... waking up in your arms.
I am not sure if time heals
or if it is time that reveals.
I have looked out this window
I have seen this view before,
no winds to gust the leaves up,
the hills standing still.
The sun is setting early,
the darkness begins to rise,
and the chill of another
season is messing with
my mind.
~
Friendship is like a rubber band no matter how
far you stretch it, it always snaps back.
~
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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, November 06, 2012
Another Canvas...or one repainted over.
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