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 ...
From the mountains that surround us
to the rivers that join the sea,
the song that breaks the silence
delivers the dreams to me.
There is where I hold you
and whispers words of love,
like the angels in the heavens
looking down from above.
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