Painting by Shilpa Chakraborty
I read your letters,
Full of smiles, of humor.
I feel nostalgic.
Where are gone the old good days?
They only live in my heart.
Dad,
13 Monday Jul 2015
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Awe, as to my father lives in my heart, i often reflect back to the times we spent together good an bad…
It’s all good now, they are all memories i cherish!
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Powerful and poignant.
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touching words… dear esther.
and there are many “good old days” which (only) live in our hearts. but they still live!
hugs,
diana
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Very, very beautiful. If you carry them in your heart, they will live on.
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Liebe Esther einen schönen Start in die neue Woche wünsche ich dir mit vielen lieben Grüßen Klaus in Freundschaft
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Letters, like old trees,
Worth visiting, each new year,
And every season.
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Sadly, happily. When the temporal has left we have the spiritual. Embrace this and wonderful memory lives forever in our heart.
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Forse nel cuore…
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Honest and true words. Amazing poetry.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Beautiful artwork and words. Please read and enjoy the work of the amazing writer.
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