October 3, 2014

IT IS MY MOUNTAIN

By EPRobles

i know the poem
(and many think, too)
liking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!

:: 09-30-2014 ::

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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