i broke my arms fighting summer
to never leave me
smiling was never the color
of this sky’s eyes bleeding which i ate
dreaming beneath this oak tree
wishing –>wished my breath
was mother nature’s weakness
then maybe whether or not
weather or naught my love’s passion
could have brought
nut meg and red roses in
wintery white-days//i adore
yourself and simply there are
no words to describe you:
but feelings are perfect
knowing you ~~ a perfect kiss
is still a kiss//a kiss still
a kiss

:: 08-22-2015 ::

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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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