the ice melts
in the glass
of Black Bush
and my mind
like the ice
dissolves
into memories
of shared bottles
of old friends
of time past
and oh how brief
ice lasts
in a glass
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 
Wonderfully penned!
Thank you.
You are welcome!
“Life, the Universe, and everything.”
True.
But like life – the ice that will melt does last longer than the whisky.
Actually they blend together in the glass.
Only if you sip it slowly.
A wonderful collection of words! True poetry.
Thank you.
Wonderful!
Thank you.
A good analogy.
Thank you.
beautiful.
touches me here…
*points to her heart*
thank you
Thank you for those kind words.
Sweet and quaint!
Thank you.