dreaming

Poetry
Kaz Cruse Akers

Marauding My Dreams

Never stopped being in love with what we were. A memory. a fantasy, So long ago. Years and places and people ago. Roads diverged after

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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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