That you are gone, the trees in the sun,. I watch as my son. To plunge for a time. And the muscles of wind. Though I knew you when the sun stuck. To all of it,. And light, having travelled 97 million miles,. You were so thin then. I feel the sunlight here and there today; I hold on.

Translation of feelings in POEM. Matsuo Bashō is still thinking. Master of Haiku Matsuo Bashō. Most famous poet of Japan. Modern and tradition Her face is sharing. Flower in braid, jewelry on golden body. Eastern and western sweet lovely pairing. Eastern and western style of girl. Indian actress in eastern and western style.

Looking for peace,justice and understanding. Some photos from my Garden. Dear readers,i am very shocked that my land is burning,blood is flowing like rivers,my lamps are being extinguished,the beauty of my face is being snatched.

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Random musings of a reckless soul. I get off on screaming guitar. Like the way it gets me every time it hits me. Let your feelings show,. Knows all about me! How much this means to me! July 18, 2015. The smile of dawn! Then I grew out of the habit.

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I voice my thoughts and sever the silence,. But all I say is written on my face,. Can you hear me out? Day after day I race with my thoughts,. My strength is rapidly diminishing,. Yet all I can say, you already know,. Effectively turning my mind numb,. When all there is to say has been said,. Will you listen to me then? October 14, 2015. For I wondered and pondered. For I am finally free.

The morning dew, that slips into the eyes. The soft warmth of the sky. The nobles of my mind. Building wonderlands amongst mountains of reverie. From the husk of the soul. They contrive the fragile roofs. The painless paths to the blue. The crescent depth of the clouds. Reaching the conscious creeks,. The branches that bear fruits. The salt and the sorrow. That my mind consumes so graciously.