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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

September 11, 2018September 11, 2018

Sentimental

Waiting
to come alive
haunted her like
loneliness and the chill of
winter nights.
Anxious, she stood
on the edge
listening to sweet sounds
like an angel breathing.
No rest came,
even with a kiss goodnight.
She drained away like water
and wept.

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

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