Hope whispers,
her breath sharp—
refreshing clarity,
biting as shattered glass.
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Snowflakes fall like
fleeting secrets,
a magic I’ll never quite grasp.
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The stars press close
to the night—
a lullaby of light,
their glow sharper in the cold.
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Winter stirs, shivers;
it’s frost cruel, yet tender,
reminding me I’m alive—
awakening my delicate soul.