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 ...
No one knows the feelings
that can't or won't let go,
my heart and soul broken
as the emptiness inside grows.
In your long and distant absence
the pain and sorrow can be felt.
I had fallen beneath the heavens
and on my knees I knelt.
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