winter has receded into my bones,
sharper than the strike of rocks and stones,
yet none can penetrate the hive that is my mind,
for you see my child,
love is blind.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 7:23 PM UTC
winter has receded into my bones,
sharper than the strike of rocks and stones,
yet none can penetrate the hive that is my mind,
for you see my child,
love is blind.