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 ...
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Friday, December 26, 2008
and a long day it is.
From setting the table to the lights on the tree,
my mind was consumed by your sweet memory.
~
...holds eyes closed long enough to sense the warmth of your embrace.
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