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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

December 5, 2017March 6, 2018

Optimism

Outcast and lonely,
she seemed to enjoy
the cold.
Her eyes closed
beside warm fires,
sleeping soft and beautiful.
The night became morning
with obscure references
for hope.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteveBy shadowofeve

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