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 ...
Saturday, February 15, 2020
spring
The winter was exhausting,
I don't know what I'd do ,
if not for your love
that makes my sky so blue.
It's those precious moments
you and I always share,
like flowers in the garden
sweet love is in the air.
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