The scent reminds me that you have gone.
The mirage … a city skyscraper
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ephemeral.”
They blossom then wither,
They fall on ground and become dust.
Dedicate this post to all blogs I follow, if I don’t read you blog recently, it is only because I don’t have enough spare time, for that I feel so sorry…
Dedicate the last picture to Philosopher Mouse of Hedge
Common: First off, I’d like to thank God that lives in us all. Recently, John and I got to go to Selma and perform “Glory” on the same bridge that Dr. King and the people of the civil rights movement marched on 50 years ago. This bridge was once a landmark of a divided nation, but now is a symbol for change. The spirit of this bridge transcends race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, and social status. The spirit of this bridge connects the kid from the South side of Chicago, dreaming of a better life to those in France standing up for their freedom of expression to the people in Hong Kong protesting for democracy. This bridge was built on hope. Welded with compassion. And elevated by love for all human beings.
…. The Oscars 2015
I walk alone tonight.
Yet, I remember the days you walked with me.
My best wishes to all my beloved bloggers…
Kid’s artwork from Little Star Workshop