A HUNDRED POEMS IVA Poem by E.P. RoblesWhat this life -- explain nothing dear lover! we give and thou take a summer breeze and leaf. that oak tree does know solid and unmoving seasons tease its leaf thou eye is steadfast! i walked that path honey sickle taste bitter heart nonsense and lemon smiles sun my bird sings song and hast cage iron what will break wrought my vortex of life dwell between and beyond all phantom dreams us love and love dance life's ball
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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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