Cosy and contemplative, yet laced with moments of darkness, this bilingual collection reads like a quiet conversation between the heart and the changing seasons, lingering on friendships that shift, places we outgrow, and the bittersweet truth that we are never the same person from one day to the next.
“Autumn, come and take away my worries,
cradle me in your changing arms,
bathe me in orange to fade the crimson,
and whisper in my ear,
with your soft hum,
that endings can be tender, too.”





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