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 ...
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Magical of Way
It’s not your memory that walks along my soul, the touch of love has the greater hold. I felt it in the morning sun, amongst the tree lit greens, sweet embrace of life brought your love to me. The scripts have all been written and our part we play, your love to mine in the most magical of way.
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