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
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Whisper
Wings, wide open, soaring ever high, caught up in the clouds. Whispers of fallen rain, lull me to sleep, gentle your arms, is where I choose to be. ~
Whisper in the hollow, whisper out at sea, but the whisper in my heart, brought you to me.
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