In whispered tones that rise to roars, We build our walls with words like swords. A gentle touch can turn…
As the clock strikes twelve, a new dawn breaks, The old year fades, with all its aches. Fresh hopes arise,…
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…
In the fierce heat of our words, Echoes of love often get blurred, Yet in the storm of our dispute,…
As midnight chimes with fervent cheer, We bid adieu to yesteryear. The skies ablaze with sparks of light, Ushering in…