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 ...
I am not pushing time,
as another season is here,
but like the cherry blossom
I wish another spring was near.
But I'll take each day passing
for the wonderful gift that it is,
as long as I can hold your hand
and send kisses thru the wind.
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