By Zhavi Tsurho
The coming of the winter’s warmth
with the going of the summer’s breeze.
I felt it as I rode down the path with the sun touching, and the wind brisking,
my body, my being.
By Zhavi Tsurho
Wisp
Updated: Jan 18
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For someone who loves winter, this said something that feels very nostalgic. Love your work🩵
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