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 a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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