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 ...
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Thursday, April 11, 2013
First Signs of Spring
I wanted love ...
Closed the book,
tossed it away,
pages unwritten
of another day.
Days of loneliness
and despair until
the season erases
the fear.
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