STEEPLE’D TEARS

Then a little, my bit of space.  That my heart is the boundless country
with open joy and mind, you are a tallest  roof with steeple’d tears.
The taste, bring me sweet my love and salt.  No wounds but healing thoughts.
   Love you you love
   You kiss kiss you
We hug.
Laugh and sleep to awaken again
   Together as always as together.
Us.
:: 08-23-2017 ::

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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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