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
Sunday, November 10, 2019
xo
Close your eyes,
catch a snow flake,
listen to the music,
hold my hand.
Hear the whispers,
from the wind blow,
words of sweet
" I love you so"
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