#YearEndEchoes
In the quiet hush of fading December,
Festive echoes lingers, a whispered ember.
A poetic transition unfolds its rhyme,
Marking the passage, the turning of time.

Gentle whispers of endings past,
Cascade like autumn leaves in the wind,
Yet within each falling ember, a seed of tomorrow.

Growth, a silent symphony in the twilight air,
A dance of shadows, a journey to declare.
From the cocoon of the old emerge the wings,
A metamorphosis, as the new year sings.

As the moon embraces the last breaths of the old,
Stars spark dreams in the eyes of the hopeful,
A celestial dance heralds the birth of possibilities anew.

The canvas of the sky, painted anew,
Stars and dreams in a celestial view.
The clock strikes twelve, a tender kiss,
As resolutions bloom, in the quiet abyss.

Footprints linger on the threshold of tomorrow,
The journey unfolds, a pilgrimage of purpose,
With each step, a candence of hope reverberates.

The calendar turns, a page unfurls,
A tapestry woven with resolutions and pearls,
In the quiet transition, embrace the chance,
To waltz with time, in a rhythmic dance.

The dawn of a new year, a canvas pristine,
Brush strokes of possibilities, a hopeful scene,
With festive echoes resonating clear,
A poetic transition to a promising year.

#Bella




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