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
Saturday, February 15, 2020
Truth
In this garden the story tells
how I fell unto your spell,
season to season we go,
each day better you must no.
The flowers document time
I just try to put it to rhyme,
I love you yes I do,
that is the title called "Truth"
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