there were Christmases
birthdays
a gift here
a gift there
words exchanged
and some unspoken
pictures in an album
letters never sent
a shot of whiskey
here here
now
that lump
in the throat
called regret
there were Christmases
birthdays
a gift here
a gift there
words exchanged
and some unspoken
pictures in an album
letters never sent
a shot of whiskey
here here
now
that lump
in the throat
called regret
Moj život, moje zadovoljstvo
Crafting, Cooking & Journalling through Life
la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
A picture tells a thousand stories!
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Here, Now and Somewhere else
Moda-Creative thinking
Lucania la mia ragione di vita
Deal with the faults of others as gently as your own.
....But if you stay in my lane long enough, you'll experience my emotions...
Daily wind
Welcome to my world
Gesundheit - Rezepte - Reisen
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We're all on a road to somewhere.
My poetry is my religion.
poetry by Robert Ford
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Thank for reblogging this poem.
Oh how perfectly this says what it says. You are so gifted in speaking the quietest places in the human soul and mind. D
Thank you for those kind words, Douglas.
Beautiful
Thank you.
Beautiful, L, damn beautiful!
Thank you.
And such is grief . . .
this is very moving, it feels a bit sad, just as it should.
Thank you.