January 29, 2014

MY ASYLUM IS WELL

By EPRobles

IF the world be held
by a thread of despair
let our love repair

Such state of disrepair
reeks injustice for life
and conjures illness

Where is the outrage
against such injustice
that derange dictate

My asylum is well
but the madness runs
and the keys it holds

My world such beauty
nature states refinement
In the end love repairs

:: 01-28-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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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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