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 ...
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Let the Song Bird Free
A muted song bird has lost the gift to sing ,without her flight wings she lost her hope and dreams .Tethered and bound she lives on memories . Open up the cage and let thesong bird free.
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