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
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.
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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
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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! 🙂
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!! 🙂
Thank you, Suzy.