C: i

FEAR is a bridge
  of egg shells
below boiling
yoke’s tears
the mighty
   of delightful love
kisses you and all is
as when landscapes
are within mountainous
hearts, dear —
  with each fear or tear
or bare hands or gloves
  love is love and
his and hers, a rumor:
rolls across the land
  into my mind
and wishing your room
is large enough for
  my truth and yours!
:: 10102015 ::

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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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