Shards Of Solstice—Rainlight
Cuts I carry. Not as wounds. But witnesses. It was a rainy morning.Like an old warning we’d learned to live with. There are cuts you cannot see,Only feel under your skin. They wind through your veins like secret stairwaysSpiraling toward a promise—half remembered, half prayed—All that glitters in the hush between the mind and spirit. […]
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