It softly blankets the colourless soil,
Lifeless and cold after years of toil. Continue reading “Winter. (Week 12: Poetry)” →
I can feel again.
I can see again.
I can breathe again. Continue reading “Autumn. (Week 11: Poetry)” →
The traveller awakens to the sound of the grass,
whispering tales of soldiers long passed. Continue reading “Summer. (Week 10: Poetry)” →
The landscapes awake in a colorful burst
as the cold drifts away and releases the Earth. Continue reading “Spring. (Week 9: Poetry)” →
To My Darling,
I miss you more and more with each passing hour. Continue reading “Front Lines. (Week 4: Fiction)” →
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