Winter-Tale

ayanchakraborty250
Jan 2, 2021
1 min read

This withering of time and the descent of night Life moves in circles. And exhaustion is no exhausted lie. To begin a winter tale is counter-intuitive. Close your mind and live before you bury what would die.

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