TO hear the dead sing
is never kind
the pure blood of tears
the wet shower of

It tis not the heart
nor the spirit!
but soul of the blue jay
that knows four eggs
bring three souls

The ‘who-souls’ of life
sing ‘woe’ and me:
you: the smallest voice
heard across the universe!

:: 06-30-2015 ::

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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