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 ...
I thought it was destiny
and maybe fate had a say,
but the choice is all up to us
in the decisions we make.
The journey is in the final quarter
and I'd trade it all for just one day,
to look into those eyes of yours
as you kiss my tears away.
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