A knock at the door, through the frost it came, One friend arrives, calling my name. A cup of tea, like the finest wine, Around the fire, the moments intertwine. The coals turn red, the kettle hums, The warmth of the night quietly becomes. Outside the moon keeps its silent gaze, While we sit here in the firelight’s blaze. Oh, winter night, under silver skies, The moonlight whispers where the stillness lies. With one friend here, the world feels whole, In the winter night, we warm the soul. The water boils as the embers glow, The steam swirls softly, rising slow. Beyond the pane, the moonlight plays, On plum tree blooms, their gentle haze. A subtle scent drifts through the air, From blossoms sleeping in the winter’s care. Each petal whispers of nights so rare, A quiet beauty beyond compare. Oh, winter night, under silver skies, The moonlight whispers where the stillness lies. With one friend here, the world feels whole, In the winter night, we warm the soul. The world outside is frozen and still, Yet here, the fire bends to our will. The tea we share, the stories unfold, Turning the frost into threads of gold. Oh, winter night, under silver skies, The moonlight whispers where the stillness lies. With one friend here, the world feels whole, In the winter night, we warm the soul. A friend, a fire, and a night serene, Where shadows dance, and the air feels clean A winter night, forever to hold A quiet moment, more precious than gold
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