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, February 15, 2020
Heaven
Lovey scented flowers like clouds of puffy white, adorned the garden, with the treasures of life.
I saw in them the gift, that from heaven appeared, as I was sent an angel one that deeply cares.
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