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 snow is falling
and the season calling
as I find myself dreaming
of you.
No blue skies
it's one of those grey times
where I find myself dreaming
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