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 ...
Caught up in the fickle
months of spring,
a mix of rain and snow
are all in full swing.
Lacking a bit of sunshine,
I find I 'm caught up in a rhyme,
a mix of sorrow and melancholy blues
as I retreat to the bedroom thinking
of you.
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