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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

January 27, 2020January 13, 2020

Death is an Illusion

Walking and growing older
in pain and splendor,
the changing of seasons
cast spells of time.
The leaves change to colors of
light, skies, and sun.
Tired of these mortal illusions,
I sink into the earth,
glorious and comfortable.
I sleep and dream
of nothing.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark poetry, poetry, shadow of eve, shadowofeve, shadowofeve.com, the first eve, thefirsteve, thefirsteve.comBy shadowofeve

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