Through frosted glass, the winter’s breath exhaled,
A silver stillness blanketed the day.
The work desk held its post, the hour unveiled,
While on the screen, no words began their stay.

Outside, the world lay quiet, cloaked in white,
Each branch adorned with fleeting crystal art.
A fragile beauty glimmered in the light,
A whispered call to soothe my restless heart.

This barren page reflects my inner storm,
The icy doubt, the fear of dreams undone.
Yet somewhere deep, a quiet spark takes form,
A hint of warmth, a rising of the sun.

For winter’s hush is but a pause in time,
Its frozen grip a prelude to the bloom.
The stillness births a symphony sublime,
A world reborn, where hope dispels the gloom.

The blank screen waits, its glow a steady guide,
And I, like spring, will find my voice once more.
For every winter holds a dream inside—
A tender flame that thaws the coldest shore.

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Winter's Empty Streets The city wears its silence like a shroud, Streets stretched bare beneath a heavy sky, No echo lingers, no footfall loud, Just whispers of wind as time drifts by. Lamps cast halos on the frosted stone, Their light too weary to pierce the gloom. Shadows stretch long, restless and alone, Cradling the cold in their empty womb. Windows shut tight, their secrets confined, Behind brittle glass, life barely stirs. The stars retreat, their glow undermined, By clouds that smother and winds that blur. A stray paper flutters, a ghostly kite, Dancing through alleys, unseen, unchased. The night, an ink spill, blots out all sight, Its bitter breath in every space. These streets are a maze of frost-bitten dreams, Where whispers and shadows softly collide, And winter reigns in its frozen extremes, Till the thaw bids the city revives inside.

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November’s Whisper The last leaves twirl in crisp delight, A golden dance in fading light. The air grows soft, a cool embrace, As winter dreams begin their trace. Frost kisses grass with silver lace, The robin hums its quiet grace. A twilight hush, the skies unfold, November wraps the world in gold. Bare branches stretch to touch the sky, Where geese in scattered echoes fly. The hearthlight glows, the shadows creep, As nature slows and slips to sleep. The streams run thin, the winds grow chill, They sweep the valleys, cross the hill. Yet in this pause, a calm is found, In November’s song, a sacred sound. So linger here, in fleeting glow, Before the fields are cloaked in snow. November whispers, soft and dear, A bridge between the old and near.

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In the Darkness

Is it the darkness making me think
Of words trapped in shadows, ink running dry,
What should I write when emotions pile up—
A storm of thoughts I cannot deny?

When anger builds like a silent tide,
Swelling beneath a calm disguise,
I feel the weight press on my chest,
A thunder waiting to crack the skies.

But paper is soft, the pen is kind,
It listens to what I cannot speak.
So I let it flow, let feelings bleed,
Unveiling strength where I felt weak.

In the quiet, I find release,
Ink takes the pain that I can't explain.
When emotions pile and anger builds,
I write to be whole, I write through the rain.

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And I stare at the sky
With a heavy sigh,
Seeking solace in the air,
Hoping the turmoil beneath
Will fade with the night,
Will ease with the light.

But shadows remain,
Twisting thoughts in my brain,
A tempest that won’t cease,
A storm without peace. I grasp at the air,
Fingers clutching despair,
Mind tangled in threads,
Of worries and dreads.

Voices collide,
In a cacophony inside,
Doubt and fear intertwine,
In the corners of my mind.
Yet I seek the calm,
In the eye of the storm,
A sanctuary, a balm,
A place to feel warm.

But the chaos swirls,
Like a whirlpool, it twirls,
Pulling me down,
In its relentless drown.
Still, I lift my eyes high,
With a breath and a sigh,
Hoping that someday the chaos will leave.

Until then, I shall fight,
Through each restless night,
Holding on to the thread,
Of hope, brightly spread.

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Little things that made me love someone,
Their eyes, with joy, dance in sync with mine,
The soft rhythm of their breathing,
The gentle brush of their cheek.

It's in the whispered secrets shared at night,
The quiet moments just before dawn,
The way they hum a favourite song,
And the warmth you lean upon.

Sparkle in eyes, a firm, confident gaze
Touches tender, like a warm embrace.
Simple acts of care notes left behind,
Listening, truly, to my heart, my mind.

Till your hands know how to keep
In every heartbeat, i find my clue.
A timeless dance of heart and soul,
In little things, love makes us whole.

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Sinking, drowning in the mind's deep sea,
No time to breathe, just stress and agony.
What lies beneath, I dare not see,
In the waves of uncertainty, I plea. Each thought a wave, crashing in my head,
Dragging me deeper, filling me with dread.
In this vast expanse, I feel so small,
Lost in the darkness, I can barely recall.Yet amidst the chaos, a glimmer shines,
A beacon of hope in these troubled times
With every stroke, I push against the tide,
For in the depths, my strength I'll find. Though the journey's tough, and the waters rough,
I'll keep swimming until I've had enough.
For beyond the fear, beyond the strife,
Lies the peace I seek, in the ocean of life.

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Upon the craggy heights, where shadows creep,
Where rugged cliffs embrace the boundless sea,
My gaze upon the waves, in currents deep,
Stirs thoughts of thee, in waves of memory.

In every crest that breaks upon the shore,
I glimpse the fervent spirit of our bond,
A tale of love that knows no bound
A symphony of waves, forevermore.

Though paths be steep, and trails be hard to tread,
Our hearts, like mountain peaks, stand firm and true,
In every storm, our love shall forge ahead,
In every wave, I find myself in you.

So let the raging sea its chorus sing,
For in its depths, our love forever clings.

Sometimes I sense the path you tread,
Along the bay where winds are led,
A breeze that whispers from distant shores,
Carrying tales of love that soars.

In every gust that sweeps the air,
I feel your presence lingering there,
Guiding me with a gentle hand,
Across the seas, to where you stand.

Though miles may stretch between our feet,
Our hearts are in sync, they beat, they beat,
For in the wind that sweeps the bay,
I find your love, in every way.

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In winter's chill, where frosty winds race,
Yet love's warmth triumphs over the cold's embrace.
Snowflakes descend in a waltz so grand,
Covering miles in a soft, frozen land.

Through the crisp air, love's whispers resound,
Distance, a muse, where affections abound.
In the icy expanse, a love story is spun,
Each snowflake a chapter, two hearts as one.

As winter unfolds its canvas of white,
Love's journey weaves through silent night.
In the hush of snowfall, a serenade sweet,
Distance grows fonder, with every heartbeat.

Beneath the moon's glow, a shimmering sea,
Love's symphony plays, a melody free.
Snow-kissed moments, a timeless choreography,
Distance enhances love, a profound geography.

In the silent woods where shadows roam,
Love's flame flickers, finding its home.
Footprints in snow, a trail to trace,
Distance grows fonder in this wintry embrace.

Through frozen fields and landscapes bare,
Love's resilience, a warmth to share.
In winter's tale, where lovers find grace,
Distance deepens love, a timeless chase.

As frosty breaths linger in the air,
Love's connection transcends every despair.
Snowflakes witness a bond so strong,
Distance grows fonder, proving love isn't wrong.

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Sometimes I think about you, distant star,
A memory that gleams, both near and far.
In quiet moments, when the world stands still,
Your presence lingers, a comforting chill.

You're woven into each tapestry of thought,
A cherished soul, in every memory sought.
In whispered breezes and the morning dew,
I find reflections of the times we knew.

Sometimes I think about your gentle smile,
A beacon of warmth that spans every mile.
In laughter's echo and in tears we shed,
Your spirit dances, a presence unfed.

You're in the sunrise, painting skies with gold,
In twilight's embrace, as the day grows old.
A whispered promise in the night's soft hue,
Sometimes I think about you, and I find you.

Through every season, through each ebb and flow,
Your essence lives, a steady, constant glow.
In solitude, or midst a crowded place,
I feel your presence, a comforting embrace.

Sometimes I think about you, dear and true,
A thread that weaves through all that I pursue.
In every heartbeat, in each breath I take,
Your memory lives on, never to forsake.

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