empires wax
they wane
the past
will be the present
one day
a lesson
constantly relearned
and ultimately
it all turns
to grass
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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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.
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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She comes out of the rain in a silk dress
Leonard Durso 
I like taking the long view, too. This reminded me of “I am the Grass,” by Sandburg. “I am the grass. Let me work.” 🙂
That is a great poem, as is so much of Sandburg’s work.
wonderful.
Thank you.
u r welcome.