Kassondrah Widder

Joined May 2021

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The Dream
Run. Don't look back. Don't dare look back. Heart pounding. Breath burning. Don't think, just run. The only sound I can hear is the pounding of my eardrums as my heart races. If I look back at all I might trip. If I don't, then how will I know if it follows?
By Kassondrah Widder4 years ago in Fiction
The Earth's Brown Light
A Dreamweaver I shall be tonight In my dreams with colors of renown But I only see colors of Earth's light Dominant is the color of Brown
By Kassondrah Widder5 years ago in Poets