Adults Are Dead Children

i cannot recommend
but say the playground
is six feet deep.

“Away” the pleasant stay
i have my rocking horse,
sunburned metal toy too
burns my feet: anyway,
my eyes are tears today.

There’s a noise across
the fine-lined trees,
me-think adults
arguing with death’s love!

i sway today in gray
fixed feet above
a pleasant blue-sky,…

Adults are dead children.

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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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