does anybody care?

He is the poet
upon the hill
with the moon
suducing him

And all day this
man of a thousand
voices took in
the sun to forgive
the horizon and how
the moon is as eyes
in his head

Oh, oh oh oh oh!

Precious lady do not
cry BEcause my blood
approves and so perfect
-ly still And the best
of my Soul is within my
heart fluttering brain
broken thoughts is the
man of a thousand
voices but no one ever
hears him  like the
fun waxing and the
sun going down.

:: 03-25-2016 ::

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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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