(c) E.P. Robles 2011

And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings

      and shed a tear or two
      the fields are dry
      and the crows cry

     scare be that heart
           a husk bleached bone
      one never owned

     it is the end of winter
     and I fear your Spring
     more than late in coming

:: 02-05-2014 ::