March 22, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS VIII

By EPRobles

Not a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season change
o’er time and human needs
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth of rabbit
but the sun sees and need
a grand love — we give Her
so not a goodbye little ones
a promise for future-tomorrow

:: 03-22-2014 ::

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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