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, May 21, 2008
By My Side
The carpet of the woodlands blush of a lush well rained on green and the sycamore towers over with their branches wide and leaves full to drape the hollow as it stages the next new dream. Shadows cast images of lovers in the rain and a reflection like a rainbow pierces through the clouds with the heart the destined aim. Silence was broken when a whisper from the heavens fell and a message of love placed me in your spell. I dared not move, no words could I speak, but there was such a trembling that shook me from my head right down to my feet. As if time took a break and motionless was I, and something wonderful and magical was happening, as you appeared by my side.
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