WHAT glory if it falls
from clouds or
from amongst trees?
The sky — immortal
is where
i left my romantic heart
breathing hushingly
sweet words of life!
o’ burning point of sun
caressing wind
i am entitled to think
i gave you a flower
when we loved
the far-departed
sweet hunger of life
And stars and moons!
the many things and
which die — my steps
to seek your heart
are gentle words
and fair lady i am
the music within you
the dreams of life
we continue to live
again and then again!

:: 10042015 ::

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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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