July 17, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS – 086

By EPRobles

Dear,
not say what feelings
a storm that passes
the butterfly survives
a down pouring —
and that fire what flower!
Like a burning bush
it does not burn!
but soothes my soul
I ate from your plate
and tasted tender soul
and fell into a love…
you are my golden
molten warmth of love
and I am yours for time
that eternal clock
never unwinds

:: 07-16-2014 ::

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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