MYSTERIOUS MOMENT

YOUR necklace near
your neck
you are red roses
near my ground
LIKE when I sleep
your skin the fair
SUN I’ve forgotten
like numbers
they are many
symbols of my own
DEATH.  i say,
“to be beautiful
is to be almost
dead.”

:: 05-24-2015 ::

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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