Ravendove
Junior Member

An Empathic Poet. Since the ethereal soul cannot bleed Instead it grieves with pen, she writes not out of choice but out of necessity, and so the ink is the dark substitute of a hearts deepest passions within all of the emotional imperfections of the mind. When her soul is put to open page the wound is for a little while, dressed and the wounded conscience lives on for one more day, if only to say.... I’m still ok, for a little while longer.

Joined: May 2021 Last seen: 2 years ago

Submitted Poems 2 total

Some love we want To the landscape of your soul, as it lack perspective.... like the unknown soldier, with wings, broken, lost in a haystack somewhere searching out a heart to... – *by Knoa Sivan*	8 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Out of the blue In the blue velvet boughs' seclusion, alone, she waited for none, but for one by him in whom her love, avowed, was number one Her strings were tuned just perfectly, as so tenderly he had strung, while he followed her neck with... – *by Knoa Sivan*	13 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

Some love we want

To the landscape of your soul,
as it lack perspective....
like the unknown soldier,
with wings,
broken,
lost in a haystack somewhere searching out a heart to...

– by Knoa Sivan

8 Views

added 2 years ago

Rating

In the blue velvet boughs' seclusion,

alone, she waited for none,

but for one by him

in whom her love,

avowed, was number one

Her strings were tuned just perfectly,

as so tenderly he had strung,

while he followed her neck with...

– by Knoa Sivan

13 Views

added 2 years ago

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