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 ...
Sunday, April 16, 2006
With You...
Rock and rollin and petals unfolding,
songs of life to the heart is courting.
A soul is troubled and a heart cries
and in a butterfly cocoon will surely die.
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Children fishing in the mountain stream, jumping around on a grapevine swing.
Sky is blue and the clouds are white and I'm struggling with this eternal fight.
You see trees and I see bars, you view hills and I view how far.
You say yes and I say no, I say yes and you say let's go.
Peach tree blossoms and the Quince devine and
the loneliness is from deep inside.
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If I could wipe the tears forever from my heart and rid the canvas of the notion,the existence of
black art. If I could make you understand just where I'm coming from, I'd start it all over as if life had just begun.
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Oh! my heart told my mind not to interfere
and my soul danced to songs, as if you were here.
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