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, October 08, 2007
I lay down to sleep under the northern star, and my mind kept a wandering to where you are. Shine brightly stars up in the sky, beams of kisses in ample supply. Send to him a reminder or two of all my love for him to review. The trees still with no wind in sight, the hills filled with magic no soul could fight. Dance memories and partner with dreams and blanket his heart with my love.
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He is very lucky! Beautiful poem Rachel!
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