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 ...
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Here
My heart a keyboard and you played every note, stroking the soul on the clouds of love we float.
My arms empty beg to feel you near, embrace of the heavens sent your spirit here.
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