A Cold Crimson Mist by Ken Allan Dronsfield

In a mystical graveyard fog primordial swamp lands cry the Moon devours icy stars clouded pastel hues arrive traversing into the universe vagabonds of a dark night we desire tomorrow’s pain u…

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arevenantpoet

I'm a published poet/writer. I love thunderstorms at night, walking through the woods. Watching the sunrise with a hot coffee. I love spending time with my cat Willa.

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