THE SILENT CANVASA Poem by E.P. RoblesIn solitude, I find my muse, Where quiet whispers softly fuse, With thoughts that dance in shadows deep, Where silent dreams and secrets keep. Within these walls, I paint my soul, With strokes of darkness, light, and coal, In every hue, a world unseen, A labyrinth where dreams convene. The canvas speaks where words fall still, A silent echo, a whispered thrill, In solitude, my spirit flies, Amidst the vast and starlit skies. For in the realm of art and thought, The introvert's true essence sought, In silent spaces, worlds unfurl, Where solitude becomes a pearl. So let me roam in solitude, Where life and art are interlaced, For in the quiet, I find my truth, In the silent canvas, I am embraced. :: 02.21.2024 ::
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StatsAuthorE.P. RoblesSAN ANTONIO, TXAboutI write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..Writing
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