Breeze wafts through, echo
chilling snow in dawning hues,
blanket of warmth, snooze.
About the Creator
Parvathi J
Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
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Comments (3)
Reading this felt like curling up under a blanket with a cup of something warm. I could almost hear the morning breeze outside.
Love this! It's so hard to get out of bed in the winter!
That's the best feeling hehehehee. Loved this!