the memory of
what lingers
on the tips
of my fingers
what sorrow
fills the chambers
of my heart
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the memory of
what lingers
on the tips
of my fingers
what sorrow
fills the chambers
of my heart
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
Finding Inspiration
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.
At Least Trying Too
A Journey of Spiritual Significance
Life in islamic point of view
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
Nice one..
Thank you.
Very moving indeed. Hope you are well.
Thank you, Anna. January is always a hard month. Hope things are fine for you.
Yes, that’s poignant and mesmerising. Bravo !
Thank you, John.
You paint such sorrow, or wistfulness, or fullness of rich memory… It’s so subtle and yet all-consuming. I really do enjoy you words… and turning them to my own meaning. Thank you
Thank you again for more kind words.