it doesn’t matter
how many years
have passed
since the night
we sat and talked
for the first time
nor the pain
mixed with joy
that followed
it is still your face
I see
in dreams
and heartache
still wakes me
at night
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
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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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Leonard Durso 
This is what I’ve been wanting to write all these years! Take a bow, sir!
And may I reblog it (with a change in initials, if you don’t mind?)
Thank you but instead of changing the initials just add your own.
Yes, that’s what I meant. 😊🙏🏽
Okay.
This is tender and heartwarming Leonard, thank you for sharing,
Thank you, Patricia.
☺☺
Ah, those old loves. Those old regrets.
Can’t escape them.
It’s forever. Beautifully said.
Thank you.
You keep writing my songs. Not a day goes by and it was twenty years ago.
It never seems to fade. Mine was much longer ago than that.
Maybe in time. But http://wp.me/p8PuzR-1e
Hopefully.
This is beautiful.
Thank you.
I like that ☺
Thank you.
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Thank you for reblogging this.
Absolutely my pleasure!