In the heart of the Russian winter 🇷🇺, deep in the countryside,
I see her—hands red from the cold, gathering firewood ❄️.
Her breath fogs the air, but there's a strength in her eyes,
Like the embers she will soon bring to life in her stove 🔥.The trees stand tall around her 🌲, silent witnesses
To her quiet determination, the rhythm of her life—
A life carved out of frost and simplicity,
Where beauty lies in each snowflake ❄️, in each log stacked.Her woolen scarf wrapped tight, her movements sure,
I imagine her small home, glowing in the night,
A place where warmth is not just from the fire,
But from her spirit, her quiet resolve, unseen by most.For all the women who live by the forest's edge,
With strong hands and soft hearts,
This poem is for you 💫.
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365 Women a Year
PoesíaThis poetry collection brings to life the stories of 365 women, each poem representing a day of the year. Through diverse voices and experiences, it explores themes of love, identity, resilience, and freedom. From quiet moments of reflection to bold...