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In shadows draped, the winter draws near,

A season's tale of sorrow and despair.

With whispered winds, it creeps, austere,

Bringing loneliness to all that we bear.

Once vibrant hues now fade to gray,

The world adorned in a somber attire.

Leaves relinquish their hold and sway,

As frost-kissed landscapes ignite a fire.

The sun retreats, its warmth withdrawn,

Gone are the days of golden embrace.

In frigid nights, sadness is drawn,

A symphony of echoes, a haunting grace.

The trees stand barren, stripped and bare,

Their branches weep, in frozen tears.

The whispers of loss fill the frozen air,

Echoing regrets of forgotten years.

Nature's lullaby, a mournful tune,

Whispered by creatures seeking solace.

Silent footsteps on the path

Each breath is a reminder of time's embrace.

Let us cherish the melancholy embrace,

For within its depths lie lessons profound.

In winter's shroud, we find our grace,

A poignant symphony, where sorrows resound.

So let the winter arrive with sorrow's might,

Let melancholy dance upon our hearts.

For in the darkest hours, we find our light,

And embrace the solace that winter gives.