My longest morning begins
without you
The cherished sun-smiles
that hides with expectation
the cloud bellows white
the sheets wet by fitful
dreams of losing you.
WHEN did moments charge
in blood? And between spaces
bent fingers reaching for you?
Oh where, where is this “YOU?”
My passion –>
dearest love
[perhaps a heart caught
in the throe of passion
is a blue-jay egg within my

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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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