SHE MOJO YA KNOW

when MY EYES hurt
when my heart
f
a
l
l
s
\there is NO SUN-
RISE when your
heart has gone
— like when
evening shadows
bring all invisible
thoughts to my
doorstep/
so waking up is
all but four sweeps
from the head of a
worn broom?
THE MAGIC like
moonlight wanes
then dies and so
now you realize
there is no sunrise
while your lover
holds your joy

:: 02.12.2016 ::

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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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