ONE LEG UPON A ROCKA Poem by E.P. RoblesPoem.She is standing on my thoughts, And her lips are next to me, She has the form of my hands, She has the words of my mouth, She is swallowed by my shadow Like a rock kissing the sky. Her hands are always open And will always grasp me. Her dreams at moonlit night Makes the sun evaporate Makes me laugh, cry and scream, Speaking always with nothing to say. :: 07.27.2024 ::
© 2024 E.P. RoblesAuthor's Note
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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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