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 end of a season
and the passing of a day,
another chapter written
as the memories never fade.
Tears of yesterday
sorrow and heartache,
weeping of tomorrow
as the void remains.
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