No youth or age hides
from an eternal rule:
the touch of vulnerability.

We cry. A miracle
so difficult! And blew my eyes
saying, ‘Dead is a miracle
feeling no pain’
toward my pain feeling
long history//insanity
rolled a beach ball by the
hand of God! i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away
keeps unto the majestic miracles
–Father; we children cry
when we see
The End of Loved Ones
believing YOU: funeral
of victory!

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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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