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 ...
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Sweet Sixteen
I imagined time would soften the sharpness of the view, but as crisp and clear as a mountain stream the memories just flooded threw.
I thought it possible the heart would no longer feel the ache, but day by day the reminders agitate like the highest on the scale of a quake.
I dreamt our vision amongst the stars of night and still could feel the kiss of happiness that brought me back to life.
Frankly I thought it impossible to freeze a frame in time, but with the spell of love it froze the pictures in my mind.
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