i, today thought i saw love
it’s wings across blue
dulling skies before night
streaks white burning
pink laugher then some
Where highest emotions roam
may accuse you “a romantic”
if we meet between thoughts
that lonely cloud we know
is the dream above the ground
a belief in “all things are usually
good” and if time would stop
i, dearest love would give history
to you in small pieces of kisses!
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 