Unseen

We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people’s lives.

– Robert M. Pirsig

New poem coming from me today. The poem and I are going to get a few hours of rest first.

Oraciones por los muertos.

Flores por los muertos. 

Flores por los muertos. 

Los muertos están cerca.

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