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 ...
Friday, January 05, 2007
The Dance of My Dreams
Your there when I wake up and when I go to sleep,
dancing to angel whispers, on a cloud driven dream.
I curtsied with a giggle, you bowed with a smile and
every step from there on , closed the gap in the miles.
A little bit of soft shoe, oh! you have the right moves,
the feel of your embrace, was way overdue.
Your there when I wake up and when I go to sleep,
dancing to angel whispers, on a cloud driven dream.
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