#YearEndEchoes In the quietude of December's final hush,
YearEndEchoes emerge, a poetic blush.
A tapestry woven with threads of the past,
A chronicle of moments, fleeting and vast.

Beneath the night's canopy, stars softly gleam,
Each one a memory, a part of the dream.
Whispers of laughter and tears that were shed,
In the silent corridors, where memories tread.

The clock ticks away, a rhythmic refrain,
As echoes of joy and echoes of...