Shownotes
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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