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
Sunday, November 20, 2005
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Strike once a lash upon my heart the weep of sin a fray
Strike twice the fool has scared and cannot fade away
Brick by brick a wall is built the mortar giving way.
One more sudden blow and tumbling with dismay ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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