the dogs roam down
these dark wet streets
or lie in doorways
to escape the rain
their sorrowful eyes turned upward
as I pass by
in the dark early hours
long before the sun
with eyes gazing downward
feeling their solitude
here in my heart
Being Present for the Moment
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
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In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
Very beautiful.
Thank you.
So envisioning!
Thank you.
😊☕💕
Dogs…if there are no dogs in heaven, I’m not going.
Can’t imagine that.
🙂
It’s the eyes! That’s what does it
True, true, true.
Are there lots of homeless dogs in Istanbul?
Haunting piece, Leonard.
Yes, street dogs and cats everywhere. Many people lay food out and bowls with water. Even some dog/cat houses.
That is good to know! Thank you for telling me that. I would worry.