June 8, 2022

MIDDLEMIST RED

By EPRobles

BEING small is not a large master
the fuge of ugly plucks strings
and dower lips with spit sing

My desert of flat thoughts
and dry springs wept while
creating dust devils of love

Never practicing to lose father
nor mother as they died before
I could ever love them

–I smelled a red rose next to
the Middlemist Red. As my own
heart we bled. Sunrises and

–dreamed.

:: 06.08.2022 ::

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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