A HUNDRED POEMS - XXXIA Poem by E.P. RoblesThe poem portrays a serene and mystical scene in a meadow beneath a weeping willow, where the poet encounters their beloved. The imagery of "golden wings" and "gossamer hair" evokes a sense of ethereThere within the meadow beneath the weeping willow came to me, my love -- upon golden wings and gossamer hair. What separation held dissolved unto bliss: my heart gently held within angelic mist There within the meadow beneath the weepy willow saw rebirth of soul and fear fled, sorrow too and the willow cried "what soul once chained -- NOW FREE!" /We live ad let die Let and let die Live and let die :: 04-03-2014 ::
© 2023 E.P. RoblesAuthor's Note
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AuthorE.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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