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 wind against my cheek
and the rain falling down,
awakened by the season
I'm soaring off the ground.
The memories are sweet
to my heart a treat,
as I envision you here
beside me.
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