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 ...
Friday, May 18, 2007
The Wind
The wind tussling atop the trees, sending down the raindrops that had laid upon the leaves.Encapsulated in every warm water splash , a wake up to your memory like a summertime bath. I stood still for a period of time and yet my heart raced to feel yours next to mine .Silence challenged as I sing from memory and from deep inside I set the words free. The wind tussling atop the trees, sending down the raindrops that had laid upon the leaves.
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