torstai 15. tammikuuta 2026

AS WINDS ARE SWEEPING THROUGH THE WINTER NIGHT

Something falls in the night
making a sound that reaches inside,
a frozen branch heavy with snow
broken by the wind,
that's what I imagine,
gazing at the black night,
a thing breaking in the dark,
a frozen thing breaking
under the weight of shared pain,
in the winds that shake the world.

15.01.2026

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