December 21, 2024

By EPRobles

Speak, The Trees

This park—so small—a world confined,
Its silence—like a thought enshrined.
Where others—roam in wider air,
Alone—I linger—everywhere.

The trees—they stoop—a whisper shy,
The paths—like veins—beneath the sky.
And yet—the hush—a greater hymn,
A space immense—though seeming dim.

:: 12.21.2024 ::

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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