February 24, 2023

Seed of Life

By EPRobles

The word “never” stretches out,
Can your meager syntax nourish
the hungriest souls of tomorrow?
They are centuries older than the zeroed
heart of the warmest blood —

   not a   dro
              p

Aimé, say hello:
to love your Césaire-ish
prose is to BREATHE outside
this sinful flesh decaying as
I write. Weeping for sorrow.
Weeping for love. To never hide
my sun, to grow a seed of Life.
My love!

:: 12.15.2019 ::

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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