The Eve of Eves


 Let’s take inventory on that perceived

 reflect on what’s believed

whether in the now or preconceived.

Those that grieve deserve a reprieve

yearn for experiences that undeceive.

Resolve the woes of the weak and naive

create joyful endings to tales we weave.

We can’t achieve what we don’t believe

 there’s a lot to be said for make believe.

Peace and light on this wondrous eve.


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About -Eugenia

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  1. beautiful words and poem – just simply amazing!!!

  2. What a fabulous piece. Thank you for sharing. Make believe is my world of choice. ~grin~ Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

  3. So apt for the occasion.

  4. I love your poem, Eugenia. 🙂

  5. Haha great, love make believe and we do deserve a little time off. Very enjoyable. 😃

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