Painting by Carrie Graber
A glass of whisky,
A cigarette, I think of
All the passing years.
The bad and good memories
that help me to build my life.
Thinking
08 Tuesday Dec 2015
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I love how you say so much in so few lines!! You always touch me deep within.
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The present day is all we need to care about. Yesterday becomes a half forgotten dream.
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But still
Without yesterday
There would be no today
And could be no tomorrow
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Gli anni che sono passati sono i mattoni di ciò che costruiamo oggi.
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With a glass of beer,
I think of my strange new world ;
Unpacking some books.
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Beautiful photo and wise words. A outstanding poem.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry and beautiful photo by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
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Such a real poem
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