XXVIIIA 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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TkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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