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 ...
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Good Night
Goodnight my love,
goodnight my sweet,
rest here peacefully
and meet me in a
dream.
Goodnight my love
goodnight my sweet,
I've traced from memory
and that is what I hold
to keep you close to me
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