September 3, 2024

A HUNDRED POEMS – LXVI

By EPRobles

I think today—I broke—a word—\

Within my humble thought—

With spade—upon the garden’s verge—

A tender letter—caught—

Where Bees—beneath the soil—did sleep—

Unknowing—I did slay—

And thundered then—within my breast—

“It cannot—be!—today!”

:: 09.02.2024 ::

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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