air

Poetry
Kaz Cruse Akers

The First Appearance.

The first appearance. Chill in the air. The purity of each little flake. Frozen perfection. How it tumbles from the sky and lands in sublime

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Poetry
Kaz Cruse Akers

This.

The setting sun as a backdrop. The brilliant red, pink, orange painted across the sky. Lying tip the hill In the cool grass. Warm air,

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