Posted in life, Poems, thoughts


I went for a walk today,

chilled to the bone,

legs tingling:

I could not feel where they were.

I could not feel my legs


I wish it was my heart

that would have disappeared underneath the winter air.

-Eva M.M.

-Thank you as always for your dedication and sharing your comments, feedback and emotions with me, as a writer, that is how I live, from the criticism and admiration of my breathing.

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



I am the author of 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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