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 keep on moving,
spinning fast around,
trying not to stop
from the heavens down.
When idle I am lonely
and quite sad and blue,
as I wonder if you ever
think of me too.
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