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 ...
Screams in silence,
no one can hear,
from the heart
the silence reared.
Weeping angels
sacred script,
from the heavens
to your lips.
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