September 3, 2024

A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXIII (rev 2.0)

By EPRobles

TONIGHT, the storm’s fierce lightning

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split a tree— that beauty, deformed by love (or) nature (which) kills what it loves

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between branches of passion-time

haunted by ill-angels only, perched-upon a dark throne sits proudly i

who’ve reached these lands newly (from) an ultimate (dim) thule

through winding paths and forest deep where dreams & whispers softly creep, i wander with a heart aglow, in search of truths that nature sows.

:: 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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