by DidiArtist Many of us do not even noticeWhen our behaviorThrough words, gestures and deedsHurt the feelings of others In such a way we are blind to ourselves… 24.06.2021 https://didisvgp.wordpress.com Image: DidiArtist
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Wonderful Wordless World (248)
October 2026In my garden Photos by me Love, Manuela Copyright © 2016-2026 manuela@inalove.world
Scrisori de pe țărmul Atlanticului
– Mussenden Temple, Irlanda de Nord - de Simona Prilogan Dragă vântule, Sper că mesajul meu să te găsească cu bucurie, în îmbrățișarea albastrului, care pare de-a pururi îndrăgostit de lumina nordului. Îți scriu cu gândurile, pe foițe de suflet, poposind între ruinele conacului Downhill House. Am ajuns cu totul întâmplător aici, iar cu doar câteva …
Red
by Marcello Comitini The shadows hidein the cracked skin of my fingers.These are gnarled branches of a cedarlonely on top of a mountain.At her feet lies motionlessa snowy landscapefurrowed by the muffled footsteps of a she-wolf.These are waving branchesstirred by an agonizing omentowards the horizon from which rises the nightand my hands are leavesthat the seasons …
The End and the Beginning
by Lauren Scott How can we part this wayafter all the things you said?Your words were gold and shiny,now our love is but a threadof loneliness and heartacheand all sad words we know,I gave everything of meto you; my love was bestowed Isn’t it mysterious how relationships end when we believe all is wonderful? Whether they’re …
When Field Work is Done
by Mike L. Utley When field work is done and soil tellsA tale of fragrant earth in russet tonesWhen ground-mist hunkers in secluded dellsAnd eventide descends upon the swellsOf solemn and discordant distant bells I follow god-beams west, these tired bonesSun-gilded in the cool remains of dayAs fields pass beside the cobblestonesAnd honey-hives a-swarm with buzzing dronesAnd …
My soul
by Rana Long ago since I cherish the chirping of birds in distant cheersLyrics of their vivid songs have formed much of the memories Mighty rain then pouring down from skies wearing all the fearsWith pondering rocks and gleaming hills by all their melodies When the breeze moving within the morning fog, gawking my tearsMy iced …
Sandcastles
by Lynn White She’s standing on the beachwith a small suitcase.It’s unclearif the suitcase is fullor empty.Once she packed it fullof her dreams,but it’s unclearif any remain.She thinks nowthat they were built on sand,sandcastles on the beachto be carried awayon a storm tide,or washed upand buriedin the sand. All that is clearis the emptinessof a long …
