sometimes
on mornings
a whisper
of useless wishes
a drink
of bitter tea
the morning grey
an echo
in empty rooms
the weight
of years gone by
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sometimes
on mornings
a whisper
of useless wishes
a drink
of bitter tea
the morning grey
an echo
in empty rooms
the weight
of years gone by
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Fine Arts
Leggo, scrivo, penso, disegno e intanto cresco
Life, love and destiny.
4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
Fii schimbarea pe care vrei sa o vezi in lume!
Moments de vie, fragments de textes et quelques notes...
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
Unleashing the beauty of creativity
there's nothing like stories
quiet moments in nature
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Chronicling an ever-changing city through faded and forgotten artifacts
I read, rant and write ;)
Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
The Green Lizard Log
Leonard Durso 
Truly wonderful. You said it so simply and yet the power of your words can easily be felt.
Thank you for this kind comment.
You’re right of course: a wish contemplated through to its consequences is often best left empty . . .
Thank you, Peter.
nailed!
Thanks, Maureen.
Weighty are they indeed at times! π
Yes, they can be.
yeah.sometimes we feel so.wonderful poem.
I’m glad you like it.
Welcome.dear.
Oh yes, I think I know that feeling sometimes Leonard…excellent poem!! π
Thank you, Suzy.