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
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Not so distant, standing strong in your arms is where I belong... No longer running, walk shall I to meet you nightly in the star lit sky.
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