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
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Head On
Meet me under the trestle, when the train is going by. Louder then the engine is this heart beat of mine. Racing to hold you and never let go, writing the chapters in the fallen flakes of snow.
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