OH Angel! Oh my angel
who covers me!
my love my light my spirit;
for past pleasures i do not
grieve, not so: any perils
that gather near —
i’ve a broken heart that
gathers no great grief that i
leave behind — no thing
that claims a tear!
to breath upon Earth is to
merit heaven as if making
hell upon Earth.

Where Souls scorn! A pointing
finger through many a coming

:: 08.12.2020 ::

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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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