Return to Light

Gordan Struić

The longest night exhales,

and somewhere beneath the frost

a seed remembers warmth.

I walk through fields

where shadows thin like old thoughts,

each breath a small sunrise.

Inside me,

the dark softens —

becomes room for light again.

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