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 ...
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Outside Your Window
One moment at your window
and all that I could see was
up in the blue skies as the
clouds were passing.
I rambled on of yesterdays
that matter little now as
we survived the past and
we did it with great style.
There is sunshine in the
morning that greets us
with a smile, challenges
the moment and makes
this life worth while.
The celestial heavens
is a sight to see, the
stars are yours and
mine and that my
friend is not a dream.
One moment at your window
and all that I could see was
up in the blue skies as the
clouds were passing.
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