When i fade i do it slowly
and this is something you
know like when i am trapped
within the small shadows
of the moon

when i fade it is a cry
the last semblance of me
when infinity becomes a
friend with old hands
which favors time

when i fade the world believes
that morning and night are
one entwined within our Lives
what do you think may happen
if Love were Free?

:: 12-03-2016 ::

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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