Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Stop that Wind

High in the clouds a dream came true and there I met my love in the skies of blue. No rain falling, the sun perfectly beams down and there on the bed of life your heart I found.

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Stop that wind from blowing, don’t take my cloud away. I haven’ t finished dancing and I have some more to say.

Stop that wind from blowing, don’t take my cloud away. I can’t stop the feeling of being in your arms each day.

Stop that wind from blowing, don’t take my cloud away. The invitation standing , directed you my way.

Stop that wind from blowing, don’t take my cloud away. I couldn’t stop from crying if you went away.

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