Sunset comes with age,
Senility coats it with oblivion,
Separates it from the rigid reality.
Thoughts wander through some vast valleys,
And nobody can find you.
“She’s crazy, gone”, they think
While you enjoy the moments
That everyone said were lost.
Now, toward the end, he comes back to you
As young and handsome, as when you embraced him for the first time.
● About Me
Welcome.
I’m Erna, the writer and creator behind this space. I’m a creative business owner, lifelong lover of words, and a devoted cat lady. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of my work, and here you’ll find my poems, book reviews, retellings of old myths, and glimpses into my own books and writing journey.
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● MY BOOKs
Beneath the Surface
My poetry collection Beneath the Surface revolves around the secrets, weaknesses, and monsters that creep beneath the surface of the everyday existence. Go here to learn more!
Myths & Stories 
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