LIVING IS FOR THOSE

And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings
and shed tears (or two)
the fields are dry
and crows cry
scarcely, be that heart
a husk bleached-bone
one never owned!
it is the end of winter
and I fear, your Spring
more than late in coming
my heart dropped there
within the whiteSnow
of numbing deathIce

:: 02-11-2015 :: rev

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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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