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
ab ovo usque ad mala
In making of a castle on the cloud.
La vita è un’enorme tela: rovescia su di essa tutti i colori che puoi (Danny Kaye)
Poetry Whispers In a Pulchritudinous Dialect
...words and images from England's green and pleasant land...
Know the lived
Photos are NOT mine. Credits goes to their respective owners.If I didn't credit the photo SORRY, that means I couldn't find the owner...❤ My life is my choice! I'm going to live how I want. Good vibes only.
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!
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.
The magic is in the mystery.
Daily wind
Welcome to my world
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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.