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Learning.

What is life but once transformation after another?

Change lurking around every corner.

Who I am today is not concrete.

 

All things fleeting,

all things exist only for a moment.

A moment of eternity

that twisting of time,

in creeps that bitterness of mind,

trying to bottle up what naturally flows:

Tick-Tock,

speaking of things that we can never know.

What is life but transforming from ignorance to knowledge

and back

to not knowing ,

clouds cover my murky eyes.

Find me!

When he has left my mind,

time,

the unveiling of a blinded soul.

I emerge.

I know.

Knives.

Pale.

I have learned.

Transformation

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

 

 

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I am the author of 1withthepen.wordpress.com and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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