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
Monday, January 23, 2006
A waltz
Sometimes we laugh , sometimes we cry to memories shared by you and I Sometimes we dance , sometimes we sing to symphonies played in the mind, a waltz with you through time.
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