In twilight's hush, echoes of the year,
Whispers of moments, laughter, and tear.
A journey through seasons, a tapestry spun,
Memories woven, 'neath the setting sun.

Spring's embrace, a bloom in every thought,
Summer's warmth, in dreams we sought.
Autumn leaves, like pages turning slow,
Winter's hush, where reflections grow.

Through joy and sorrow, a dance of time,
Each note a story, a rhythm, a rhyme.
As the year waltzes to its quiet close,
Echoes linger, where nostalgia chose.

© ✍️ Alisha1