Silver Cape

The Silver Cape
of the moon never removes
her dress or she’d shut
her door;
in confidence
but never obtrude.

How this blanket of ashes
once comforted me insane
at a low gate; now a King
kneels upon his mat.

:: 02.08.2023 ::

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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