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 ...
Watching the wind
dance with the leaves,
the rain rolling in
a summer time breeze.
Whispers in silence
from my heart to yours,
a tear has fallen
begging for more.
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