April 2, 2014

MY HANDS

By EPRobles

My hands met my face
a flung emotion
in place of terror
a comfort for my soul

when i saw your state
my compass broken
and needle spun
when dark meet light

My hands met my face
the fingers dove
inside my tender soul
when I saw your grace

a walk in the fire
burns many and so
but not your spirit
and my hands quiver

:: 04-02-2014 ::

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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