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 Willow is weak,
and the oak tree falls
but I still have memories
of it all.
Like the rain on a sunny day
creates a rainbow to fade,
skies no longer blue
secretly whisper adieu.
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