WHEN THE DEVIL CRIES

TIME and again I see you
along a sidewalk of memory
and i step across that path
we use to walk and i feel
your hand holding mine
but i realize it’s all just…

a memory that will not die
and walk of what was lost
and each step i take
is two steps back

so now i know
    what dreams
that should never be

it’s just a memory of

what was lost…

:: 04-02-2014 ::

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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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