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.
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Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
A little bit closer, that's it close, close. Put your arms around me, I have never felt such comfort and warmth.My head on your shoulder, my heart in your hands and dance love dance in this faraway land.
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