O that tender little time!
to wish it more as long as
the greatest shore!
That was cleansed by love
and removed all gloom and pain
and remaining; the tears
of all mothers and fathers
weeping holding seashell
voices of baby songs
O, what little time!
no more than thimble that we
make miracles!
and for me; I keep my seashell
upon the shore of that greatest
ocean called forever!

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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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