your lips moved
but your words
didn’t reach me
drowned out
by the surf
the gulls crying
the wind that rustled
your hair
mine
and the years
that soon existed
between us
Being Present for the Moment
Website storys
Illustration, Concept Art & Comics/Manga
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 
I found an old photo. I want to frame it, but I can’t allow it to be seen by someone who would be torn – it would break her to know I kept it. And I can’t write about it.
Sorry for this late reply but I’ve been off this site for a while now. I understand your feelings, though, about that photo. Some memories are best left in a drawer only you have the key to. I’m lucky that I live alone in a foreign country far away from those eyes that would be hurt by photos on my bookshelves or on the wall. But unlucky in that the ghosts are more visible now that they are out in the open. Maybe it’s better to leave them in that drawer.
How very very true. I’m glad you are back.
Beautiful poem. This is called love 💝
A little late but thank you.
https://youtube.com/@pritilatanandi2010?si=Ix_n4ybvnvmou16l. Hi visit my YouTube channel 😄