Blazing red

This season, this final sprint. We'll conquer it like warriors with dozens of years of battling experience up our sleeves. Beneath them smiles and composed statures, we contend with agony for our faiths. May we all win in our own ways.

Two feets standing on a principle

Two hands longing for each other's warmth

Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats

Darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go

Still - Daughter