The curtain's fringe dips
in twilight's final breath.
A whisper of moments -
gone but never vanished.
Time's echo softens,
leaves in winter's cradle.
Veins of silver moonlight
trace memories of yore.
Farewell, the old year's
shadowy and tender grace.
A hush of endings softly
yields to morning's promise.
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Great write
A beautiful piece of poetry. Happy New Year Sir. 🌹
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