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 ...
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Less Then..
In less then ultimate conditions of a already un perfect world , a dusting of a virgin snow blankets over the soil concealing the wrongs and allowing the mystic of nature to soothe the somber song.
Rejoice in the season as it challenges the mind to hold on to the beauty of nature that bears forgiveness .The smile covers tears of time that drip one by one from the heart of sadness.
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I believe that the cries in the night have not fallen on deaf ears. The silence echo's between heart and soul to tempt the mind to grasp beyond the physical world and hold you forever !
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