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 ...
It's the words in a love song,
the memories of you,
the heartache that I'm feeling
as if the days are through.
Sorrow in the making
if that can possibly be,
with every good bye
it shatters the dreams.
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