Eprobles-poetby E.P.Robles10 Oct 2019

A new day.
When i buried you.
i found love with me
by the warmest touch of
my heart i have grown.
By the things over 'there'
there now AND LARGEST
WALLS hide hammered nails
so lost.
A new shape from the deepest
well || well now || we are
on our own.
And Poets never grow up;
We grow BIG ROOMS.