In the quiet of a winter’s morn, January whispers softly, reborn. Frosted branches hold the light, As dreams awaken from…
In the cradle of a frosty dawn, January whispers secrets untold, Breathing life into dreams reborn, As the world awakens,…
In January’s chill, the whispers grow, Silent echoes of the fallen snow, A time when dreams are softly spun, Beneath…
January’s breath is crisp and pure, Whispering secrets through the trees, Snowflakes dance in silent allure, Creating a world of…