If life would allow me ‘yes’ a garden from my heart-soil
would grow beyond sky.

Yellow-green blades swaying in step with that hidden song
twirling notes and trumping bass and lay between smooth thigh
nature scents caressing soul.

Life hunger betrayed too long.

Phantasmagoric nature reveal tulips upon a man-vessel bare
undulating passion melting there; if life would allow me yes

a farmer beating plowshare
be toiling in your fields
the harvest of a lifetime

if life would allow me ‘yes.’

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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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