The Tender Descending by Ellie Augustin
The Tender DescendingEllie AugustinThe earth exhales and everything slows.The trees remember what it means to be bare.We gather what warmth remains in our handsand stitch our dreams beneath quiet skies.Each flake that lands upon the skinis a messenger of mercy,a reminder that even in endings,something tender still descends.More from Ellie A ↓@lines_between_living on Instagram and @linesbtwnliving on SubstackRead more from her on her blog, Lines Between Living
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