Writer. Poet. Love Worldbuilding.
Everything that everyone ever needs to hear has already been told or written. Why do you even want to be a writer?
By Giri4 months ago in Poets
Sun beams, day dreams weave Waking reveries unfold Light plays with night's shade
Amidst the silent pines and the crisp mountain air, Sarah trudged through the thick carpet of snow. The forest was painted in shades of white and gray, a tranquil haven far away from the hustle of the world. Her breath hung in the air like mist as she ventured deeper into the woods.
By Giri6 months ago in Fiction
In the dance of days, a concept we embrace, New Year's arrival, a calendar's chase. Yet in the folds of time, a question unfurls,
By Giri6 months ago in Poets
In Sapporo's chill vibe, they met, Two hearts clicked, a fate all set. On a winter vacay, things fell in line, Cold outside, but their love was fine.
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