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 ...
There is a mountain so high
and I can't see the sky,
can't see the stars or
the clouds passing by.
Surrounded by darkness
the heaviness weighs,
as I look for tomorrow
to start a new day.
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