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 ...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
First Morning Dream
Sings> I woke this morning to a dream with you, your arms a comfort under the sky of blue. I rolled over twice to feel you tenderly and to beg the heavens to not dissipate the dream. I tasted the sweetness of each and every kiss, so lasting, forever on my lips. The clouds of love blanket over me, to hold close my first morning dream.
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