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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

August 16, 2016March 6, 2018

Forest Walks

bare feet
uneven paths
and calm
walks in the woods
the willows telling stories
and apples.
the slick moss covered
the creek,
an old blanket.
lacy branches
and crawling
before we surrender
with bruises,
retreat and rest.
joyous,
she smiled
the sound of chimes.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged art, c.eve, dark poetry, eve, ofeve, poem, poet, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteve, uncategorized, writingBy shadowofeve

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