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A Story by Eve
Victor was playing his last song of the evening at Aruba's by the beach. His fingers knew every note but his mind and heart were wandering elsewhere t..
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A Poem by Eve
I've been writing for quite a while;
a couple years now
tentatively, at first, afraid
of what readers might think
my early verses were very ..
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A Poem by Eve
Night is a pillow,
a quilt of stars
a songbird softly
singing nocturne
an exhalation,
glass of red wine
porch swing,
a sigh.
Slow ro..
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A Poem by Eve
Good news;
a very encouraging phone call!
then the telephone rings again,
a short time later
this one, a negative call; Jeez,
did they have..
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A Poem by Eve
Can't the gardens be my friend?
graceful trees, comforting, peaceful;
the flowers bright and cheery
Birds that fly just below the blue sky;
co..
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A Poem by Eve
The earth is my omnipresent inspiration,
no matter what may happen
No matter how many times I see
the carmine hibiscus flower
Blue-black boat..
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A Poem by Eve
Painful;
this world
starts to
seem too
difficult for
words, but,
thank God,
it's worth it.
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A Poem by Eve
I sit atop the hill;
watch time standing still,
jade leaves drift by
Lemon green light,
brilliant dark,
malachite butterflies
Flat grass b..
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A Poem by Eve
Magic dust;
easy to brush and apply
Turn the bottle upside down;
see shiny sprinkles begin
to touch the opacity.
With my bottle of gold gli..
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A Poem by Eve
In fact, nothing more
than sparse lines etched
into surface of clay
Yet one may discern
love at play.
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