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 ...
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Autumn Hue
Clouds stretched across the sky of blue cast shades of purple and a hint of rose to perfect the Autumn hue.A break in the clouds combat with battle grey, a etching of a heart where sadness heavily weighs.
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Singing> Memories a mere review of the times I shared with you.
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A web that caught me by surprise, snagged my heart and there I lie.
Intricate a tangled mess left me weaved into obsess.
My dreams no longer my own, at least I am not alone.
I hanging by tomorrows dreams of you.
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To Love is to quiver from the chill of your presence no matter the distance!
I felt you in ways that only a heart can touch, embraced with hope!
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