dark’s cold grip tightens
dormancy feels eternal
then the light returns
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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I literally pictured the roots of trees tightened up holding one another under the cold hardened earth and then the warmth of the sun relaxes them and they start to release the winter!! This was a beautiful picture you painted in my head with this!!
Love it 😊