WHILE walking today this feeling
deep inside sang,
“i am not anyone or anything”
but now and then again
i write potions of words that
seem to give hearts something
new: sometimes funny, sometimes
words of broken love; no, not one
person can hide/ but today while
walking i imagined i were a painter
of feelings — a man of proportions
that gives every ounce of my special
And then and now when you are down
remember you have a brother that loves
you. I have walked over and above
big stones and one day i imagine ;i can
sculpture something so new_____so tell
anyone and sing or cry silently —
i have put down in prose how
wonderful life is with its challenges
: sit tonight and recite your private
verses and remember how the Sun today
sang to you and everyone.

:: 07.05.2020 ::

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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