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
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Upon the Heavens
I looked at the clouds
both dark and gray
with snowflakes falling
on a typical winter day.
I found myself dreaming
loving image of two,
on the cloud dance
there was me and you.
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