
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 ...
Showing posts with label Must be love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Must be love. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
You and I
It wasn't that I was looking, or that it was some big surprise, flowers all seemed to be blooming paired by two in the garden under the bluest of sky. I saw the ducks nested, the robins in the tree and in the hills I saw a reflection, I was sure it was you and me. I thought I must be mistaken, how could this imagery be, but than I felt your love flow from the deepest part of me.
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