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 ...
You can have a chapter
but the book is my alone
The seasons document the struggles
As if turning pages one by one.
I like the solitude where dreams rule all time.
I realize the consequence of choice
as it bridged a lifetime.
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