Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, April 29, 2007

We hold


A woodland carpet of yesterday with a touch of dreams and a fantasy.Surrounded by signs of early spring, a bench was carved by a vagabond and left for a king. The sky a shade of happiness, that many would call blue, in this here garden another shade cast, giving life a different hue. Sparkles of rainbow scattered high and low, brighter and bolder as our bond grows. The fire ring cool enclosed by heavy rock, like our love, will burn awfully hot. On this journey the miles we stroll, are nothing compared to the love we hold.
"Vagabond is good for something....other then giving states a bad rep."

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