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 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 