March 11, 2014

THE BRIDE

By EPRobles

WITHIN a room
of glass and flower
I handed the bride
to the groom
A howling wind
within my fields
that single point
an eternal blade
through mortality
divided my soul
one youth —
the other old

:: 03-10-2014 ::

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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