there was a woman
at the café
who kept brushing
her long black hair
tossing it back
over her shoulder
the way I’ve see
you do
sitting in your house shirt
in our bedroom
the same motion
before you would blow
a kiss
my way
suddenly
I am lost
in memories
of you
a slight reworking under different circumstances but the motion, the memory the same
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 
Painfully sweet
Thank you.
Been there done that. Still doing it.
Some things just won’t let go.
It’s my sister! (rip) She had black hair so long it swept the ground.
When we were teens, I hated her hair.
I’m a sucker for long dark hair myself.