there the moon
refusing to leave
the morning sky
much like my heart
a hovering love
above the streets
where you walk
Being Present for the Moment
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Illustration, Concept Art & Comics/Manga
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
Finding Inspiration
Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
A virtual cabaret of songs, stories and questionable life choices.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet and author by accident.
At Least Trying Too
A Journey of Spiritual Significance
Life in islamic point of view
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
She comes out of the rain in a silk dress
So lovely!
Thank you.
Welcome!
Oh my.! Love this.! ❤
Thank you. I’m glad you do.
Love this one Leonard! 🙂 ❤
Thank you, Natalie.
Ah, beautiful, Len. My new favorite of your poems.
Thank you, Emily. By the way, the journals I bought as gifts from you were a big hit with my ex-teachers.
Oh so glad to hear it! Thanks!
So moving.
Thank you, Anna.
Brilliant…..
Thank you.
simple enough to be so tender; tactile enough to be so universal . . . a great write!
Thank you, Peter, for this comment.
So much lovely.
Thank you.
Welcome dear.
What a great idea — to write of that moon that is still etched but pale in the morning sky. Just hanging around — not wanting to let go. 🙂
Thanks. It certainly struck me that way that morning.