These winds of the winters
always felt like soft feathers,
on my hard and rough skin.
This year is ending, and it feels like a win
as I survived another 365 days;
in so many emotional and different ways.
Those beautiful blue moons are gone
but they will show up again in the time of early dawn.
February is the month of love they say,
but look at this month of December, it's always been so calm and romantic in many ways.
The year ends, and new time starts,
isn't it just so pretty to always be like this and never be apart?
New memories will be made,
and the old ones will be remembered.
This tree of my life is growing rapidly and providing me with this immersing shade;
look at this month of December, it's always been so mesmerising and tendered.
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always felt like soft feathers,
on my hard and rough skin.
This year is ending, and it feels like a win
as I survived another 365 days;
in so many emotional and different ways.
Those beautiful blue moons are gone
but they will show up again in the time of early dawn.
February is the month of love they say,
but look at this month of December, it's always been so calm and romantic in many ways.
The year ends, and new time starts,
isn't it just so pretty to always be like this and never be apart?
New memories will be made,
and the old ones will be remembered.
This tree of my life is growing rapidly and providing me with this immersing shade;
look at this month of December, it's always been so mesmerising and tendered.
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