BLESSED ARE WE

Tomorrow is tomorrow and today much as yesterday–
smelling time tastes like frozen pipes
in winter-time.   There, across the kitchen table
i see a beach of white sands and emerald waters –let us jump across the kitchen table and rush the ocean.  Your hair is golden  brown and your legs are tall skyscrapers with many talented tenants — I am the only tenant but pay nothing in hard currency. 

You and me are One. 
The birds no longer fly into the windows of our Souls — we have opened our windows to allow fresh beauty into our World.

::02-22-2020::

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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