LETTER TO MADNESS

IF skin only cries — hearts as butterflies could it be only a few moments since yourfingertips slipped from my hands as the celestialtrain departed  EARTH//   look at stares :: so brash and coarse — float like a feather within a beautiful worlds — overflowing stores full of televisions,smart devices, mink coats — but there are many poor people here too:  MY mONEY is gone:  my strength exhausted.  How i wish I could leave it all behind.

:: 07.17.2020 ::       

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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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