Tag: Winter
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A Season That Forgot Its Name #poetry
One day, someone will ask again: ‘What is your favorite type of weather?’ And I will pause. And you will pause. And they will pause. Because some questions do not have answers, only echoes.
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Seasons Through a Blind’s Eyes: An Exploration of Sound, Touch, and Perception
Experience the shifting seasons through the senses beyond sight. This poem brings into a world of sound, touch, and unseen beauty, offering a unique perspective of nature’s transformation through a blind’s experience.
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