Entwined by words
like birch
and love grew fast-
growingly with thin
life — and peeling
bearing catkin

The formal punishment
which my heart was
flogged with bundles
of your love twigs
and touching you
i say(i knew Spring,
and hot nights)”we
might have gone further
beyond the dead end road
where there was something
i held in my hand just
for you — my heart”

that bulgily world of
the round mind of
mistaken fantasy
laced __flatly
)<vastly and particularly>
alive undeluded
in my mind and heart:
still i love you dear
and forever still
beyond the last star
burning that fades

i am always there.

:: 07-30-2015 ::

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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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