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 ...
Early in the morning
a stroll thru the hills,
as I gazed up at the blue sky
the moment stood still.
I felt happiness and sorrow
like chapters in a book
as I turned the page
I got one last look.
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