As the light of a morning sky rises
The song of birds greet a new day
My mind wants to capture
Those morning colors
Over the last shadows of night
So I may hold on to it
As the day moves forward
There in a moment
Where you would want to make time stand still
For at that moment
All that I am or ever will be
Could not be surpassed
When I look into your eyes
And see all love you have to give
When I see the child in you
All the trust you share
And for that moment
All that I feel
Tries so hard to come out
To be given to you
For you to do with it
What you will
Life can’t be lived in a moment
The most we can do
Is to treasure those moments
And always hope
There may be another
To come to us as it will
You can never know
How many you will have
You can only be grateful
To have any at all
Humanities; Social Sciences; Poetry; Hobbies; Life
Storytelling, short stories, fable, folk tales,...
My life in 2019
Steve's body of work spans conflicts, vanishing cultures, ancient traditions and contemporary culture alike - yet always retains the human element.
Dibujo, Urban Sketching, Consejos, Ideas, Arte
Beguiling pearls of wit, wisdom, and whimsy-with attitude
To See a World in a Grain of Sand...
Bold, Evocative Watercolour Paintings by John Haywood
Trail of Thoughts
LIBERTE - RESPECT- FORCE
A welcoming space for resistance to the forces of oppression and hegemony.
Post, news, diary... All the world around me, ALL THE WORDS AROUND YOU
Dawn to Dusk! I try to cover as many as topics I could relate to.
Verse from an adverse mind.
Finding my way from employment to retirement