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
Monday, November 11, 2019
Overtime
The snow is falling,
the hills now dressed in white,
winters early arrival
finds me in your arms for life.
It might be my imagination
or my heart working overtime,
lost in the moment
I felt your hand in mine.
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