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 ...
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
When the Child in Us Plays.......
Ice crystals, winter dreams compete for your attention. Love chasing, souls embracing. to hold you near.
In the magic of the moment, all sadness disappears, Love chasing , souls embracing , I hold you here >
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