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's no place for me to hide The thoughts of all the times I've cried And felt this pain That I have known Because I needed just to hear That special something And then one day You just appeared You said, "Hello"
There's no place for me to hide
ReplyDeleteThe thoughts of all the times I've cried
And felt this pain
That I have known
Because I needed just to hear
That special something
And then one day
You just appeared
You said, "Hello"