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 had no hopes for tomorrow,
there were no words left for me,
the stars were still shining
but I had lost my hope in dreams.
I tried to understand
as the years were passing by,
but only one person dared to stand
pulling me to their side.
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