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
Thursday, April 02, 2020
Heart
There is no clouds in the sky
as I see it through my eyes,
its gets bluer with time
when you are by myside.
There is song to be sung
I woke up to your love,
smiling at the start
as I felt you in my heart.
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