The sky cracks open,
a hesitant breath—
but the frost clings,
like a half-forgotten name
on the tip of your tongue.
a hesitant breath—
but the frost clings,
like a half-forgotten name
on the tip of your tongue.
March 12, 2025 at 12:12 PM
The sky cracks open,
a hesitant breath—
but the frost clings,
like a half-forgotten name
on the tip of your tongue.
a hesitant breath—
but the frost clings,
like a half-forgotten name
on the tip of your tongue.
