
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
LITTLE voice speak to me
refrain not from truth
gently whisper what’s to be
I have no other council
save the trees that sway-speak
or mocking birds who sing
My mouth shut and heart open
and do walk in my forest light
Here upon this grand rock
I patiently wait for your wisdom
so speak to me as I will listen
:: 02-06-2014 ::
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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...
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February 6th, 2014 at 7:08 pm
If I may, tip toe quietly, across the bridge, onto the rock, to sit and wait with you? Perhaps she will whisper in my ear too 🙂
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February 6th, 2014 at 7:53 pm
I believe my inner voice is definitely feminine!
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