LOVE how tears flow of last nights
flowers swaying upon late sun’s light
captured words brilliant hearts
only upon time says what days last
words dying buried inside souls
of Gold.
Love how fear moves all our lifes
soil nuturing us upon morning skies
capturing feelings of our world love
above and below is our blessings
oh give us strength
love how tears flow
how life and death
are a margin of feelings
Oh, dear. How tears
are made of pain and pleasure
how tears are what we know
when we seek truth in life.
The pure hearts shall not sleep.
:: 03.22.22 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 