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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

May 28, 2020May 20, 2020

Fire and Feathers

Last night, I woke afraid.
The end of my life
whispered to me
from my pillow.
I saw the story
of my death in dreams:
a beautiful scene of
twilight and fire,
dying as a sunset
in red, amber, gold.
Today, I wake fearless.
Burning.

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

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