In frost-kissed dawn, January unfolds,
A canvas of secrets, untold stories to behold.
As twilight whispers its ephemeral sighs,
A tapestry of dreams, in hushed lullabies.
Beneath a quilted sky, moonlit and pure,
Silent footfalls echo, and whispers endure.
Sparkling crystals cascade, from heaven's vault,
Nature's masterpiece, in wonder, we're caught.
Chilled breath dances, entwined in the air,
Mysteries awaken, as winter strips bare.
Resolute aspirations kindled by the cold,
Resilient spirits yearn, for stories to be told.
January's grip, both fierce and tender,
Nudging souls to ponder, dare, and surrender.
A time of reflection, where memories convene,
And hopes for the future, like whispers, intervene.
Within January's arms, we find solace anew,
A fleeting moment captured, for the year to pursue.
In winter's embrace, a promise lies in wait,
For January's journey, to unlock our fate.
About the Creator
jiadhh
Look Forward to my Work in the Future.
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