July 13, 2020

THIS POET WROTE:

By EPRobles

THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::

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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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3 responses to “THIS POET WROTE:”

• Lucy
  July 13th, 2020 at 6:33 am

  Wow, this is beautiful and amazing. ❤️

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  • EPRobles
    July 13th, 2020 at 2:41 pm

    Thank you Lucy! 🙂

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  • EPRobles
    July 25th, 2020 at 11:02 pm

    thank you

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