The world buried
— today
a friend familiar to me

One that I grew
— to know
one who loved me so

Her lines were delicate
— but razor sharp
A cut through carelessness

I would say hello
— in black ink I bled
across her tender face

Today the world buried
— the closest of my friends
The written letter to rest we put


About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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