Beneath the frozen haze, where the shadows breathe,
A world wrapped in silence, holding secrets we weave,
Each step feels suspended, in a somber tide's grip,
Lost in the echoes of a forgotten trip.
Chromatic glow flickers, painting the frost,
A prism of memory, where warmth is the cost,
Veiled whispers surround me, like ghosts in the night,
They dance on the edges, just out of my sight.
Oh, the auroral drift, it pulls me in deep,
A tidal wave of colors, where reality sleeps,
Trembling light breaks through, casting shards on my face,
A fleeting reminder of this fragile place.
In the stillness I linger, tracing paths of the cold,
Infinite frost encases, the stories untold,
With every breath taken, I find what is lost,
The beauty in heartache, the love in the frost.
So let the night cradle me, like an old, quiet friend,
In the depths of this moment, where beginnings blend,
As dawn creeps upon me, with promise and glow,
I'll carry the echoes of the things that I know.
In the shadows, I wander, beneath twilight's dome,
Finding solace in silence, this place feels like home,
The frozen haze lifts slowly, revealing the light,
And I’ll walk through the daylight, embracing the night.
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Frozen haze, chromatic glow, somber tide, veiled whispers, auroral drift, trembling light, infinite frost