Scenery in Trice (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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River by the slope,
Trees by the water,
Clouds by the mountain,
Everlasting it seemed it was.

Eventually it grew apart,
Only a distant touch,
Alone for time,
Beauty in trice.

Like the love I feel,
This story lives in me,
For I am the scenery,
In the unreachable time.

-Erick Flores

Shapes of Life (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Walking in circles
Was not something I wanted,
There is more to life,
Than simple shapes; redundant.

I longed to shape paths,
A long path worth walking on,
Where I can return
And see the long trek I made.

We learn every day,
Sometimes more than other days,
An experience
That forms a distinct new shape.

-Erick Flores

Boats (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Boat near the pier,
Boat in the water,
The boat is calm,
The boat has traveled
Distance before.

Vivid boat there,
A faster boat here,
Others distinct
Some are similar,
But still a boat.

-Erick Flores

Limits (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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The soul is fragile;

You taught me that.
With a demanding hand
You shaped my life,
You led my way,
Inspired my dreams,
Gave me hope,
And spread my wings.
You slowly pushed me,
A steep cliff it was.
I fell for long.
God gave me will
To find your embrace
Amongst the clear sky.
You had faith in me,
You knew I would fly!
You gave me an opportunity
To be able to feel
What it is
To feel alive again.

-Erick Flores

By My Step (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Waiting there,

Look at the steps here,

Look over there,

How serene steps seem,

Hurry on now,

She was waiting once,

Make it twice,

In a world so fast,

Makes it seem

She has waited long,

Patience now,

And wait by my step.

Erick Flores

Let Them (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Let them invite you
With their artificial amity.
Let them admit to you
Their careless intentions.
Let them haunt you
Slowly, away from comfort.
Let them express to you
All their animosity.
Let them criticize you
For all that you have not done.
Let them hurt you,
For every good deed you fulfilled.
Let them traumatize you
With all the lies they created.
Let them degrade you
Away from all reality.
Let them transform you,
The once weak soul you were.

-Erick Flores

Thank You

Thank you Mr. Andy David for all the support. I appreciate your time and your appreciation for my work!

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-Erick Flores