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 ...
I closed my eyes
and crossed my arms,
one more time to feel
you here with me.
The Kitchen Dance
has never been the same
as the first time I felt
you in my dreams.
Softly humming
wordless sounds of love
calming this weathered
heart of mine.
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