Serendipitous Pleasures
Depths of the Earth i heard a moan;
a sound fast becoming me
i buried my face in cold wet mud
and cried for light and sky!
High above the earth i heard a bird;
felt her tiny claws awakening me
busy building her nest for Life!
the romantic part of any heart;
that artist which labors for art
by every ounce of life and love
and at times a very lonely
soul.
:: 08-14-2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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