you sit opposite
a cup of tea
cradled in your hands
and listen
as I tell you
this story
for the first time
yet again
afterwards your voice
like falling rain
in the night
you sit opposite
a cup of tea
cradled in your hands
and listen
as I tell you
this story
for the first time
yet again
afterwards your voice
like falling rain
in the night
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
Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
Finding Inspiration
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.
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
Love this – what was the line…
Thanks. Look at Letter Home by him in my blog search and you’ll see.
thanks
Stop me if I’ve said this before, but there was a fellow I kne………………………
Okay. I stopped you.
Beautiful!
Thank you.
My pleasure to read
I love the exotic nature of this poetry . I often find that here and enjoy it very much .
Thank you very much for saying that.