I sailed the blue,
found a cloud,
and I waited there
for you.
I sailed to the sea,
found your heart,
waiting there for
me.
Every door has a lock,
every lock has a key.
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 ...
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