Sunset

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.

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I’m Erna — writer, poet, devoted cat lady, and a marketer who came to it the strange way, through stories. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of this space, alongside original poetry, book reviews, and honest writing about the creative life.

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Beneath the Surface

Beneath the Surface is a poetry collection about the things we don’t say out loud — the secrets, the weaknesses, the quiet monsters of everyday life. Read more.

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