Winter’s Breath

Softly falls the winter’s breath,

Whispering peace in silent death.

A lone bird sings its gentle tune,

Beneath the silver, glowing moon.

In this cold, a warmth is found,

In snow’s embrace, spirits unbound.

 

 

Let the calm of winter fill your heart with peace. For even in the coldest seasons, beauty and renewal are quietly waiting. ❤️

 

~ Moon Magic

 

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