You have become and were
always the Spring within my
gentle heart.

As swans of emotions
gilded and silent
the moon as orchestra.

And numberless roses
who petals by kisses
gently fall upon lips.


The divine within you
and within me a stupor
by love drunkenness.

Where once were broken
nerves are now nestled
eggs as warm with love.


:: 09-12-2017 ::

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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