TWO legs two arms
a tongue and a voice
   two eyes looking
inside my Skin
 (makes me cry)
& when winds are strong
at times there breaks
through branches so bare
  the breath of a floating
feather — her beautiful
world birth’d of Spring
   About this poet-heart
a splendorous rare jewel
turning symbols into
mortal thing.

:: 07.05.2020 ::

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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