Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Sing!


Hear the song of my soul sing, to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
I’m on a cloud and I’m dancing high, with a angel by my side.
Take my hand and follow me, we’re at the start of a new dream.

A Spring celebration is simply compensating,
for that long drawn out time of the year.
Scattered on the hill and dancing in the fields,
a performance of life prevails.



Singing>Waking up in early spring, to the smile of life you bring.
Red Buds Blooming on the mountain top and the song
birds making a nesting stop.
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Waking up in early spring, to the smile of life you bring.
In my heart is where you’ll stay, in my mind night and day.
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Waking up in early spring, to the smile of life you bring.
In my world and in my dreams your touch is what I sing.

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