©2021 Michael Raven
there were dreams there, too
left by the wayside
on fog-filled roads
impenetrable as myth
i got tired of waiting
or maybe i was just tired
so
scattered like dried
flowers in the breeze
i left that place
unburdened
and slipped into the mists
with my other fantasies
sceadugenga 
💙
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