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 ...
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
One More song left To
The limestone bed lay silent, the hills and trees so quiet the water no longer fills the stream.The beauty of the hills inviting, a bit mesmerizing, as I saw you through the partially sun lit trees.
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Singing>
One more dance atop the mountain , one more song left to sing.
My eyes are closed, but the Lord knows..... Lord knows I can see.
One more dance atop the mountain, one more song left to sing.
I placed my hand over my ears, but my heart heard you singing with me.
One more dance atop the mountain, one more song left to sing.
Reaching with my mind .. my soul set free ..
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