There was a time that I lived within myself, trapped in darkness with silence the lock. The words are the key that sets souls free. For I am the spirit in the wind, the warmth in the rays of the sun,the dance upon the clouds with you I am free.
He loves me, he loves me not, he .......
Thursday, May 9, 2013
My Soul on canvas, "Pictorial Prose": Another Version of life is not always black and wh...
My Soul on canvas, "Pictorial Prose": Another Version of life is not always black and wh...: This is one of my favorite sketches of Audrey's, Nothing is ever simple, so comes into play the colors of life. I find the picture to...
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