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've said goodbye
so many times before,
but nothing hurt as bad
as when you closed the door.
I felt the pain of losing
in this game they call life,
when I took to the clouds
and nothing felt right.
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