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
Friday, October 14, 2016
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Her morning song
she sang so sweet
and a bit confused
she thinks it spring.
Song of happiness
and sounds of love,
her wings a flutter
she is moving on.
Little song bird
singing sweet
migrating south
with one last tweet.
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