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, July 27, 2015
Love
Beyond the mountains
as far as you can see,
the clouds in passing
are right out of my dream.
The river below us,
the skies above and
all I can think of
is our sweet love.
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