The Season of Returning by Lara
The Season of Returning Lara I fell into winter,a quiet collapse of light.Bare branches above me,and silence heavy as snow.The frost took my laughter,the wind took my name,and I drifted through the cold,like breath caught between worlds.But the earth-she never forgot me.She hummed beneath the ice,a low song,ancient and patient:even the seed must sleep before it blooms.And I listened,still and small,to her steady heartbeat below.The rain returned,soft as mercy,washing sorrow from my hands.The wind tangled in my hairand whispered, home,as the ground beneath mestirred with life-shivering…
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