July 14, 2020

WITHIN THE BUSIED DAISIES

By EPRobles

within the daisies
within such fantasy
when i feel like
   feeling (like
feeling)  oh feeling
where can tomorrow go
but to now oh now
and i feel ; feeling
how death begins to
smell Love.

:: 07.14.2020 ::

[based upon a few
popular mega-glyphs
in the now (modern)
world’s mask]

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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