November 2, 2016

A HUNDRED POEMS – LXX

By EPRobles

THAT it is at night’s
awning through over-past
dazed-berated spirits leaving
that sun-crest hope of cuts?
these days such warnings (tonight)
when belief flees my soul!
That love, too, my longing!
So we fly.

:: ~~ ::

About EPRobles

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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