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HAPPY NEW YEAR 2025
Winter is coming, with its own magic, It’s the season of hope, of joy, of song,
Love, snow, pretty moments—so nostalgic. A celebration where hearts belong.
Little me once played, carefree and bold, Silence wraps the world in white,
But now snowflakes fall; they make me feel old. Winter whispers through the night.
I walk the path, a resident I seem, Underneath the starry sky,
Footsteps echo in winter’s dream. Resonates her silent cry.
White blankets the world, calm and kind, Her hopes drift softly; sorrow fades,
My frozen tears drift in the quiet mind. As love renews in icy cascades.
Is it better when fall leaves part, Your heart is snow, my thoughts the gale,
Yielding their place to snowflakes' art? Oh snow child, guide me through this pale.
Or when frozen loves melt away, Is it always this cold where love will glow?
Flowing as rivers to greet the day? Or does warmth await beneath the snow?
Do we shine brighter in the sun’s embrace, Can I smile at the end of the wolves’ harsh weather,
Or does the snow hide us in its grace? When snow’s blanket feels lighter than a feather?
Freezing leaves speak of nature’s sorrow, My childhood warmth seems far and wide,
Flowers sleep, dreaming of tomorrow. Yet it lingers faintly, winter's guide.
Wherever you are, I’m there too, Thoughts cross the cold stone bridge,
Noel season calls; I wait for you. Pausing near the ice’s edge.
Runaway in the snow, hand in hand, But winter holds a quiet speech—
Everything I wanted, all I planned. Even frozen hearts find love in reach.
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