to catch the gleam
bird-eye dove in
and crashing river
over-pours my
cup of Life
i knew the nest
of crackedEggs
to watch the gleam
of  baby eyes
the Feathers
of hungrySouls
always wishing
gentle winds

and yetScreams
the jet streams
of current’s life

:: 01-11-2015 ::

About EPRobles

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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