Posted in life, Poems, thoughts

the gowns.

I saw them yesterday

standing, stark black

against the void of wall.

I won’t be here long

nor will they;

all in a movement–

a dance onwards.

Staring into me

they are there

until they are not

but a vistor to my mind

in old chairs filled with the aroma of the page.

I saw them when no once else did

because I thrist to swim in the radiance of home.

-Eva M.M.

” 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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