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 ...
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Pleasure
The pleasure not of a single touch, nor words written on a poets lunch. The events leading from your heart to mine caused a motion that is love defined. It put a giggle in every step, it dressed the hollow in its autumn best. Complacent in the clouds, I'm not concerned with falling down.
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