is there
at every turn
of a corner
down every street
behind each tree
just as you said
it would be
when I swore
to leave you
behind
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
Reblogged this on Blase' and commented:
Reminiscent of my own ghost! 😉 (Please visit original.) Enjoy! – Jen 🙂
The brevity of this one makes it even a little more chilling–not enough time for the reader to relax into the poem before he’s dropped off the bottom end of it, his own ghost in tow. Great work.
Thanks, Jeff. I actually wrote it with a young friend in mind who has a ghost to deal with, though that could be said for many of us.
thought provoking, beautiful. hugs, pat
Thank you from the ghost and me.
This is great.
Thank you.
A very noce poem with a very light touch that stays with you afterwards. Well done.
Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.