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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.
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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By Maggie DeversReturn 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.
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