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 ...
Saturday, November 26, 2016
My Thinking Place
This place never changes
though the seasons come and go,
here at my thinking place
that erases all signs of woe.
It's as if God redirected
and somehow would know,
the path that we would take
would allow our love to grow.
It's the experience of the heart
and the meeting of two souls ,
that entwined both together
in an everlasting hold.
This place never changes
though the seasons come and go,
here at my thinking place
that erases all signs of woe.
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