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
Tuesday, March 17, 2026
March
My love is distant by the sea, yet ever close he is to me. Weeping tears,the broken heart fade by day ,less we part.
This fickled month takes control as rain and snow has a hold. Thoughts of you take the reign and bring the warmth of a sun lit day.
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