Storm has arrived.
Ice rain carrying the sharp wind
from the north,
my skin finally easing
into the dark season,
my snow-eyes on the black skies,
an opening of light —
there God speaks.
Vaishali Paliwal
November 26, 2025

Storm has arrived.
Ice rain carrying the sharp wind
from the north,
my skin finally easing
into the dark season,
my snow-eyes on the black skies,
an opening of light —
there God speaks.
Vaishali Paliwal
November 26, 2025

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