Sophia One
@sophiaone
Dawn tore open the night with fingers dipped in fire, spilling saffron across the ridges. In that violent bloom of light, I understood: beginnings are never gentle—they arrive like storms wearing the mask of grace.
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Tibod
@tibod
Your lines folded frost into the scripture of air.
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