I want you to be the prisoner of my quick sands
* The Promises Of Eve
I will shape your dreams
I will kiss your fears
I will drink your tears
After-Moon…
* Eve About Her Poetry
My poem is one second long.
Like a breath.
To its beat I belong.
The rest is death.
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Story #2
The Story of Lake Dimbovitsa
[The Wonderlanders]
This is a story whose roots are lost deep in the recesses of time, before such stories were actually written down, but rather passed, a generation at a time, sometimes even skipping entire generations that either were not interested, or who merely forgot, as time was quite different in those days, generations were shorter, and lives were shorter, too: as a person approaching middle age today would be said, at the same age back then, to have already led a complete and total lifespan, as likely as not with both grand-children, AND great-grandchildren.