JUXTAPOSITION

wet leaves upon the heels
of my tender bare feet
tall trees and night breezes
seem to sing, “love you”
my heart’s last beatings
like a far-seen ocean voice
and all the flowers exhaling
sad perfume from dilapidated
buds — maybe next season
Your hands so big around :
the tower of my mind
how sad you make me leave
all my worries behind.

:: 10-07-2017 ::

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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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