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 ...
Death comes in many forms,
I have felt it more than once.
The void that is left behind
darkens with each round.
The heart no longer beats
and the tears no longer fall,
the emotions are all but gone
and with them goes the song.
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