March 31, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS – XXI

By EPRobles

When does that end
come
let the new shed life
what left in that past
never was
only seasons do melt
between
what, when, how

:: 03-31-2014 ::

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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