March 26, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS – XVII

By EPRobles

the heart expand
to the left
and to the right

it demand

a space to grow
lilies of my field
sprout and bloom

in the sunlight
that feed you
blossom and color

in the dark night
musical words
nurture from poems

thus i am human
skin from dust
below your stem

that is where —

one-day i shall go

soon one day

and my soul
be your bed

:: 03-26-2014 ::

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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