poems & thoughts from the ♡
In the dead of winter
The fox rests in his den
Waiting for the world to bloom again.
Even though he’s hidden away
And the world appears barren
Earth’s inner embers illuminate with joy
At his existence.
My grandma recently died almost two months ago now. Besides the loss of beloved pets, I have not experienced a familial death since I was 11...
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