within my despair
within my unrepaired
mind /time flows
and fate something
like disgrace
and all the kind faces
with their lips kiss
the black matter of
time :|:
Also so tired
my vacant eyes cry
seeping tears falling
Within Spring and summer
fall and Winter
it’s over all over
sweet thighs smell as
coconut oil against the sea
and I sing again:
within my despair my unrepaired
mind flows slower than time
and fate sometimes like disgrace
so my vaqcant eyes cry seeping tears
falling eveywhere …

:: 11-17-2017 ::

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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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