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,
running while standing still,
numb filled emotion,
a heart that stands still.
Clouds passing by
no moon in sight,
the darkness nears
one day , one life.
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