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 butterfly caged set free
and only I know the dream,
the story with many endings
feels the pain of this trail.
Don't weep deep in sorrow
let the love shadow the heart,
remember the days of laughter
and the passion that two souls
won't part.
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