Work 15 Monday Feb 2016 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 8 Comments TagsLife, Tanka We can save a life, But can we save all the lives? That’s not possible. You feel guilty and useless. Shadows become a cocoon. TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike Loading... Related
inesephoto said:
Hugs!
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Jonathan Caswell said:
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BUT BY HER WORK…SHE SAVED US!!!
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Jonathan Caswell said:
You are the spice in the world’s bread. Just a little flavors the whole loaf! It is kind of you to keep company with the rest of us! 😀 We are spices, too.
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fulvialuna1 said:
Molto intima, non si può commentare.
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Arpon Files said:
Excelente!!
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noelleg44 said:
But you must never stop trying!
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Nicodemas said:
Thank you for sharing beauty. I understand thoughts like this.
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Dalo 2013 said:
Powerful words Esther ~ and yet we never give up hope.
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