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
Sunday, December 29, 2013
No Compromise
I'll not comprise my heart
nor shall I turn away, as
I find myself holding on
to you.
I'll find away to channel
my love, to reach on out
to you, if only I do it
through a dream.
I'll not comprise my heart
nor shall I turn away, as
I find myself holding on
to you.
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