As evening draws to a close
sunlight laces across the road.
A veil of warmth and winter breeze
blends with oaks and grasses green.
A breathless stillness creeps across the land,
a golden flower lonely stands
defiant face of springtime's grace
a herald of a slower pace.
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The Shadow Wars
PoetryPoems of darkness, hope, and my struggles with mental health. Trigger Warning: May contain allusions to self-harm.
