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
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Simple Pleasures
The crescent moon above me
shines down upon you,
closing the gap of distance
united under heavens blue.
I can feel your being
as if you were in my arms,
like the work of magic
you're forever in my heart.
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