January 30, 2024

POETIC ODYSSEY

By EPRobles

Upon the inside of my dreams
There was no wind when i took
the watch across the seas

& when the ocean withdrew breath
and waves white-capped
i saw clouds of glass

within amora my heart said
‘roll over, roll over.’
how i had awaited restlessly

Upon the opal glass finally
talking sweet /within my ear,
the sound so strange, ‘mistral,
mistral…’ \

winds_____close your eyes again
my gentle breathing giant.

:: 01.29.2024 ::

About EPRobles

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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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