Ease of EveA Poem by SouladareateaseCalm the night comes She covers me so, delicate soft, within quilted throw do we take what it knows call it knowledge, form a prose these that tickle dance fancy
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They the night call owned I breathe deeply serene several swathed settled secrets
Bring the ease and eaves to sentries while Wilde walks to heaven with child's eyes, singing never truer, has smiles adorned the blank, making faceless a thing of remain, gifts is what we call this, lifted into spirit, with energy in glisten
A night grows darker, still but alight inside, candled upon the sill, as I gaze out my window, happily to see, faces upon tomorrows friends upon the eve in eaves of our existence we gather as we leave creating paintings
Others breathe
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