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 ...
The rose of spring
in Autumn blooms away,
the season fickle sends
sunshine each day.
This extra gift
consist of hope and faith
an as I turn the page
I see the sunshine before
the rain.
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