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 ...
and remembering when,
we shared the moments
and my life once more
began.
Another season
and I stand here alone,
wondering darling
where the time goes.
I'll keep the memories
close here in my heart,
as a way of staying close
though you're quite far.
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