A silken breath whispers through the trees,
Turning leaves to brittle memories.
The dawn awakens in a crystal hue,
Frost-kissed blades shimmer with dew.
The world, adorned in a fragile lace,
Holds winter’s promise in its tender embrace.
The air is sharp, a fleeting bite,
As shadows stretch in morning light.
Each twig wears a delicate crown,
A fleeting jewel that soon melts down.
Footsteps crunch on the frozen ground,
A quiet hymn, a reverent sound.
The frost retreats as the sun ascends,
Its magic fleeting, its moment ends.
Yet in its wake, it leaves a trace—
A glimpse of winter’s quiet grace.
About the Creator
Jinnah
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Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly7 days ago in Fiction
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Amazing