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 seasons first snow
in a wintery storm,
from day to day
a forevermore.
No tears to fall
nor story to weep,
for tomorrow a chapter
less than bleak.
Reaching , running
yet standing still,
too many mountains
and too many hills.
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