they cry
these gulls
like infants
no one here
to cradle them
rock them to sleep
a grandmother’s song
to ease them
into the fading light
I stand on my balcony
raise my glass
wishing them peace
this hot night
Being Present for the Moment
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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.
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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This is beautiful Loenard.
Thank you.
I agree. It’s beautiful.
Thank you.
Beautiful capture of a human moment.
Thanks, Jim.
Most lovely poem in such terrible situation of world,my dear old friend zduno!!💕🙏💕
Thank you.
Beautiful feeling in malancholy.wonderful,dear!!🌹
Thank you.
Most welcome,dear zdunno!!❤🙏❤