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 ...
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
You and I ...
Wind from the heavens, heed my plea the words of love are blowing through the sycamore trees. My head upon the pillow and your name on my heart, soul to soul dancing underneath the stars. Passion appeared, desire made a play and there in my dreams you and I laid.
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Thank's and kisses !
Philippe
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