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, November 30, 2014
The Voice of Silence
My retreat,
to think of you,
teardrops fall,
skies are blue.
Smiles are hidden,
distance remains,
to keep a part
another day.
~
Break the silence,
hum a song,
dance of love
in your arms.
Heavens blanket,
stars above,
distance fades
we are one to one.
~
First Embrace
I accepted the moment,
when you appeared to me
and led me on this path
of sweet memories.
My heart I gave you
in that first embrace,
where dreams met reality
and eternity took its place.
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