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.
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Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Real Love
Reflected in a rose, in the mountains, rivers and the snow. In the song of a blue bird in a tadpole as it grows. Gentle to the touch and felt in every breeze, beyond barriers of time and a cold winter freeze.
1 comment:
just another way true love
shows itself. Gentle and warm regardless how cold the season.
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