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.
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Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Monday, February 17, 2014
Mockingbird
The mockingbird mimics many a cry,
but to his mate there is no surprise.
He sings in the morning as the sun
begins to rise with a variety of song
that is a delight.
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