February 5, 2022

W I N T E R Y PROSE

By EPRobles

WiDE white spaces of prose
l i k e c old
m o u ths in s now
ate my tender
s o u l
and no/w i real ized
the fire within my mind
and drew sufficed
itself and satisfied flakes
some too fragile for
winter winds___
Crystal reflects my smile;
when she falls upon me!

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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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