XXVIII

XXVIII

A Chapter by Tkess

Receding into the haze of morning

a dream limps into the horizon.

Wafer thin,

wandering,

against the new morning afterglow.

Parading through fanfares amid

the evening's gentle touch.

Lost and pondering,

wondering

where the night has gone.



© 2012 Tkess


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