THERE is a wheel in the garden
a garden where roads have
traveled by love and tears.

There within the attic are
toys whereby children have
grown — grown to know how
to share and forgive enemies
who love the things they love.

And then there is the field
behind the house; where often
what has been said is no longer
remembered but still felt:

forgive you. Do you forgive
me for hating you when you said
what I cannot remember now?

Yes. A different time
but the heart always knows.

And time is the task master
that never forgets.

But then, we shall always

:: 09-13-2017 ::

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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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