the memory of
what lingers
on the tips
of my fingers
what sorrow
fills the chambers
of my heart
the memory of
what lingers
on the tips
of my fingers
what sorrow
fills the chambers
of my heart
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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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...
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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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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.