Rainbows and teardrops magical indeed and when the both have fallen I’m awakened from the dream. In the garden and a top the mountain high, everywhere I look I see you and I. Kisses from afar, trading beats of heart , the season a reminder of the life we both embarked.
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 ...
Monday, September 10, 2007
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