Heavy weights of sadness anchored on the dock, until you broke the tether and the pains of hell unlocked. Upon the raging river, laughter set a float, to rescue me from reality, a drift without a boat. Feather light with happiness, skimmed the water top, met with choppy waters, caused the waves to Rock.Tossed to the depths, deeper then the sea and all that I remember, is a hand reached out to me.
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 ...
Monday, July 17, 2006
Anchored
Heavy weights of sadness anchored on the dock, until you broke the tether and the pains of hell unlocked. Upon the raging river, laughter set a float, to rescue me from reality, a drift without a boat. Feather light with happiness, skimmed the water top, met with choppy waters, caused the waves to Rock.Tossed to the depths, deeper then the sea and all that I remember, is a hand reached out to me.
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