A Hundred Poems - Ii
What dreams sweet life soul
that Earth soil so wet-dew
that
touching
tears feeling
my council doubt this dream
but
release
thee
budding light this day
such philosophy stab
thy heart
love now
skip treacle and grail
passion fuel thou vessel
tickle-being spur now
and
truth
in heart bleed red now
and breath push you
rhythmic
lover
thou gave me
the reason in moment
spring time lips
:: 03-12-2014 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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