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 ...
Friday, November 07, 2014
Outside My Window
Outside my window
the chickadees feed,
the sun is hiding
and there is still a
little green.
Beyond the hills,
where the horizon
meets the clouds,
memories of you
are all around.
Smiles and laughter,
happy ever after,
two hearts racing
with such glee.
Outside my window,
the blue bird sings
saying his goodbye
till the next spring.
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