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 music was playing
and my mind raced to you,
my arms folded against my chest
and I was assured I was dancing
with you.
It might have been the love song
or the longing here for you,
but as if magic had empowered
I felt the love between me and you.
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