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
Monday, January 13, 2020
Imprint
The imprint left upon the earth,
two souls as love would have them be,
the union angelic, simple and pure
gives everyday the feeling of spring.
The rose that buds in the garden,
while the sun rises in the east
is a form of life in celebration
from this unordinary dream.
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