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 ...
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I am wonderful and you are......
There are barriers of life built not of brick and mortar, stronger, taller and definitely more wider. They imprison the spirit, they anchor to the earth and in this stage of darkness the sadness has given birth. View the rise of sun as it cast the dormant trees in silhouette, surrounding us with memories that put us through the test. We are in the heart of winter and the spell begins to lift and in the silence of the morning I knew that we were blessed. We had conquered the demons that set to hold us down, to take our souls and to place to them a frown. The chains now broken, link by link we're free and thou cannot deny it as we stepped beyond the dream.
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