The Spinning Mind

The smile melted
after day and days
the mist called
a Ghost by the town
and how perfectly he
talks but no one hears
him | to see the world
spinning round! the
breath upon the Hill
and now no one wants to know
him and the world spinning
round with our heads in
the cloud and the Man of
thousands poems cries
seeing the sun going down
and the world spinning round.

:: 01.29.2023 ::|

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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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