WHEN the world is quiet
i am inside the heart
of lovers.

Weeping at times
while raining love
of splattering tears.

How alone is one
and quiet halls
of my soul’s house.

That when i experience
nature/of all things\
is my own Soul.

Respectfully i die
a breath each heartbeat
into the Unknown.

:: 08.10.2022 ::

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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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