In the quiet of a winter’s morn, January whispers softly, reborn. Frosted branches hold the light, As dreams awaken from…
As the clock strikes twelve, a new year begins, With hopes rekindled and dreams to spin. The past fades away,…
As the clock strikes twelve, a new dawn breaks, The old year fades, with all its aches. Fresh hopes arise,…
In January’s chill, the whispers grow, Silent echoes of the fallen snow, A time when dreams are softly spun, Beneath…
As the clock strikes twelve, we bid adieu, To the year gone by, and welcome the new. Hopes and dreams,…
As the clock strikes twelve, a new chapter begins, With dreams rekindled, and hope that never dims. The past year…