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 ...
Friday, November 25, 2005
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At first I confused the sadness of the distance that keeps you away and then a smile lit form my heart happen to find its way. The hills can keep a body, can keep the physical touch at bay , but nothing can keep the love that magically found its way. It will never disappear it can never leave ...The moments that we shared are more then memories. Ignited like a campfire that burns outside its boundaries is the love that flames impossible to confound.
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