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.
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Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Monday, October 03, 2016
Heart
I crossed my arms before me
and I held you in my mind
as the kitchen disappeared
and a dance floor was left
behind.
It might have been a dream
or the magic of the heart
but as I started dancing
I held you from afar.
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