Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, November 10, 2005

To love is to feel...

Who am I but many varied faucets of a dream.
Gently I blow the remnants of the past, like
a dandelion that lays upon the green. The future
holds the secrets with more then a trace of faith,
as each day appears you can see its more then fate.
~~~~~~~~~
There is no pain in love ,
it strengthens through the trials
of life to embrace tomorrow.

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