O mothers give up forever
to hold horses in corrals.
When we stood the sun lowered
into a neighboring hamlet

Can’t fight the tears
or the truth or lies

When standing towers stand higher
i, too, exist no longer; my heart beating
my general mouth forcing lips apart.

And i want you to know who i am —
as god from a lofty shoulder sees where
we are going.

Where there’s nothing to believe
and life as fantasy is nothing more
than mysteries — your name.

While we are thinking about tomorrow.

:: 02.20.2022 ::

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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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