Eiravel

Escape through my poems, fiction, and musings.

Year: 2020

39 Posts

On a cyan background, dried thatched grass, and a sketchpad glued with a woman that cries a red torn paper, and bits of handwritten thoughts handwritten on little torn white papers.

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Crying my thoughts out.

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Prose Poetry

Bits of thoughts from a shattered heart

a message and sketches jotted on a piece of paper that’s been put down on a cluster of wild plants, shot during light shower of rain.

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A message and sketches on a piece of paper laying on green leaves — shot during light shower of rain.

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Prose Poetry

I won’t lower down my expectations