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 ...
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Midnight Madness
River raging, runs deepest , where blooms of friendship grow.
Over hills and many mountains, pioneering on a new plateau.
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The expedition, is our mission, to explore what love defines.
The want , the need , the simplicity, a medley of gifts in time.
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The sun brighter, glistens through the dance of leaves, to shadow
shades of magic, in the awakening of summer breeze.
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Starlight appears at the birth of midnight madness and all the
dreams of beauty chase away any thought of sadness.
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Moon glow creates the dance floor on the surface of the heart,
and there we court the moment, like the strings of love upon a harp.
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