After a long laughter,
wrapped in warmth
and sweetness.
A chilling silence
hugged me —
as a cold, long,
never-ending darkness.
Now, it's time to become a climbing vine,
finding our way in this winter-world —
not by nagging,
but by rising.
Like a raft in wild waters,
paddling through currents,
dodging rocks,
rowing toward the next carnival of light.
Is it a hug from the chill,
or a chance in disguise?
— Ray Moonee
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Author:
Ray Moonee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this after the celebrations ended — when the laughter faded and the quiet felt colder than winter. This poem is about that moment between warmth and silence, joy and stillness — and choosing to rise through it. Not every cold season is lonely; sometimes it’s where we learn to grow on our own and find new light within ourselves. Some seasons teach warmth, others teach strength — Both are love in disguise. 🌿✨
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