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
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Yesterdays Tears.....Tomorrows Song
Yesterdays tears ..tomorrows song words written of right and wrong.
Yesterdays tears ...tomorrows song my heart you played for so long.
Yesterday tears.. tomorrows song softly sings a melancholy calm.
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