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 tears tell the story
of the pain in the heart,
buckets of mourning
in what feels like certain
death.
Gone without a goodbye
no kiss to leave upon the lips.
The emptiness left inside
is the void of love I confess.
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