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.
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Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Friday, May 04, 2007
My Country........for love, life and freedom!
A soul held captive dies not once but twice, as restraint placed on heart and mind weakens the spirit. The taste of freedom is on the blood of our brothers and sisters, their untimely demise birthed a new nation. We are free to choose in our brief stint as keeper of the lands. Tomorrow a new generation shall relieve us in the duty to Country, God and above all freedom. For I have felt the locks upon my mind and soul and celebrated in their release. ~
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