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, December 09, 2005
Strolling through my memory
Watch the fallen snow court the dream,
visualizing your here with me.
A compliment to the scenery, as we
stroll through my memory.
So close I can taste your lips, so strong
yet a gentle grip.
Comfort found in each moment shared,
how I wish that you were here.
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