March 7, 2026

Red Shoe

By EPRobles

Three children ran upon a hill
in clear day and blue skies.


Laughter.


Minutes later
two boys ran down the hill
screaming.


The third never followed.


Only the grass kept its secret,
still warm
where small feet had stamped the sky.


One red shoe
rolled slowly
down the slope
like a period
no one could erase.

:: 03.06.2026 ::

About EPRobles

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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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