there are some mornings
that the world
seems more seems less
of what it is
and hope
for more for less
grows deep
in what remains
of your heart
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
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What remains of my heart still hopes…..
Works that way too.
As long as there is hope, there is always a chance.
Let’s hope so.
Simple, almost reverent. This one’s a keeper.
Thank you, Sarah.
Lovely views and words said with such meaning, straight from the heart, of longing.
Thank you, Anna.
more and more of those mornings
One certainly needs them.
Wonderful.”it remains in heart”.
Thank you.
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