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
Monday, April 23, 2007
I saw the little boy that runs and plays, until he turned around and in his eyes I saw the sixteen year old warm his way. The river parts the miles to keep you at bay, but nothing can separate our love, your in my heart to stay.
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