Return to Light by Gordan Struić
Return to Light Gordan Struić The longest night exhales,and somewhere beneath the frosta seed remembers warmth.I walk through fieldswhere shadows thin like old thoughts,each breath a small sunrise.Inside me,the dark softens —becomes room for light again.More from Gordan Struić ↓@gstruic on Instagram@gordanstruic on Substack
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