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, August 01, 2007
Closing my eyes I get a clear view of the magic of love. Shadowed in the darkness I see the energy that excites me, a movement that explores and penetrates deep into my very soul. Strong enough to pull me close as ivy to an oak tree and as delicate as the petals of a poppy. Aroused were my emotions by the gentleness of your mystical embrace. A height beyond all human perception to a higher awareness and appreciation for the eternal flame lit the moment our paths became one.
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