Dad 22 Sunday Feb 2015 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 12 Comments TagsFather, Tanka, Violin The violin sings The years of happiness, The peaceful days. Your smile was a sunshine, You were my only north. TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike Loading... Related
mihrank said:
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Dad
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lulasognatrice said:
Reblogged this on Tra sogno e realtà.
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SalvaVenia said:
Trust.
Such a big secret in such a few words …
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Our Life In 3D said:
Being a Dad can be the best job in the world…
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Cochonfucius said:
Hidden by a cloud,
The North Star remains in place,
We know it is there.
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Ada said:
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Ada said:
You have the words for the strongest things…
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When I reach this note,
my fingers can’t go further.
Not to mention breath.
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noelleg44 said:
Loved this – my Dad was my lodestone!
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Nicodemas said:
Deeply beautiful.
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Heartafire said:
I love this so much, Esther. Yes, the only North.
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johncoyote said:
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Beautiful artwork and words. Enjoy the work of the amazing writer.
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Jonathan Caswell said:
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her dad was that and more loving and accepting than most.
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