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 ...
Monday, August 14, 2017
Angel
Speak of Angels
I have my own,
watching over like
ducks in a row.
It's not magic
no trick to play,
my heart was yours
from the first day.
Bonding of souls
is a little bit cliche
but that is what happened
in a factual way.
Distance faded
no heavens to part
because you are here
right deep in my heart.
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