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Whispers of Frost
#FrostedMagic
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
A delicate veil, so cold, so near.
Crystal tendrils creep and climb,
Whispers of winter, lost in time.
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
A delicate veil, so cold, so near.
Crystal tendrils creep and climb,
Whispers of winter, lost in time.
Patterns form like whispered dreams,
Frozen rivers, silver streams.
Each tiny shard a tale to tell,
Of winter's kiss, of cold's spell.
Outside the world is wrapped in white,
While inside, warmth holds the night.
But on the glass, the frost does grow,
A silent dance in the moon's soft glow.
And as the morning light ascends,
The frosted beauty slowly ends.
Yet in its trace, a fleeting grace,
A winter's mark, a frozen face.
With each soft breath against the pane,
A fleeting moment, yet a stain.
A frosted world that melts away,
As sun’s embrace begins the day.
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
A delicate veil, so cold, so near.
Crystal tendrils creep and climb,
Whispers of winter, lost in time.
Patterns form like whispered dreams,
Frozen rivers, silver streams.
Each tiny shard a tale to tell,
Of winter's kiss, of cold's spell.
Outside the world is wrapped in white,
While inside, warmth holds the night.
But on the glass, the frost does grow,
A silent dance in the moon's soft glow.
And as the morning light ascends,
The frosted beauty slowly ends.
Yet in its trace, a fleeting grace,
A winter's mark, a frozen face.
With each soft breath against the pane,
A fleeting moment, yet a stain.
A frosted world that melts away,
As sun’s embrace begins the day.
The glass, once etched in icy art,
Now clears, as warmth begins to start.
But still it holds, within the frame,
The memory of winter’s claim.
As night returns, the frost may rise,
A canvas painted ‘neath the skies.
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
Whispering winter’s secrets near.
The quiet world beyond the frost,
Where silence reigns and time is lost.
A gentle hush, a still embrace,
The winter’s breath upon my face.
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
A delicate veil, so cold, so near.
Crystal tendrils creep and climb,
Whispers...
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
A delicate veil, so cold, so near.
Crystal tendrils creep and climb,
Whispers of winter, lost in time.
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
A delicate veil, so cold, so near.
Crystal tendrils creep and climb,
Whispers of winter, lost in time.
Patterns form like whispered dreams,
Frozen rivers, silver streams.
Each tiny shard a tale to tell,
Of winter's kiss, of cold's spell.
Outside the world is wrapped in white,
While inside, warmth holds the night.
But on the glass, the frost does grow,
A silent dance in the moon's soft glow.
And as the morning light ascends,
The frosted beauty slowly ends.
Yet in its trace, a fleeting grace,
A winter's mark, a frozen face.
With each soft breath against the pane,
A fleeting moment, yet a stain.
A frosted world that melts away,
As sun’s embrace begins the day.
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
A delicate veil, so cold, so near.
Crystal tendrils creep and climb,
Whispers of winter, lost in time.
Patterns form like whispered dreams,
Frozen rivers, silver streams.
Each tiny shard a tale to tell,
Of winter's kiss, of cold's spell.
Outside the world is wrapped in white,
While inside, warmth holds the night.
But on the glass, the frost does grow,
A silent dance in the moon's soft glow.
And as the morning light ascends,
The frosted beauty slowly ends.
Yet in its trace, a fleeting grace,
A winter's mark, a frozen face.
With each soft breath against the pane,
A fleeting moment, yet a stain.
A frosted world that melts away,
As sun’s embrace begins the day.
The glass, once etched in icy art,
Now clears, as warmth begins to start.
But still it holds, within the frame,
The memory of winter’s claim.
As night returns, the frost may rise,
A canvas painted ‘neath the skies.
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
Whispering winter’s secrets near.
The quiet world beyond the frost,
Where silence reigns and time is lost.
A gentle hush, a still embrace,
The winter’s breath upon my face.
Frosted windows, soft and clear,
A delicate veil, so cold, so near.
Crystal tendrils creep and climb,
Whispers...
